A flame like no other could ever burn, A pain like no other ever exsisted. the cold winter snow has melted away, exposed bitter truths and raw realities. If only the dormant days of cold could stay forever. with the new came pain, and with the pain went my heart- as if they, too, believed they were soul-mates, but maybe they shall have better luck than what we stumbled upon. The serendipity of their discovery only makes me yearn more for the cold to return. This winter my heart was warm, but with the breaking of the dawn came the breaking of my heart. the singing stopped, that incorrigible black cloud hangs over my head, day in, day out. The relentless rain beats on my sores, stinging them and refreshing the pain, turning it anew at each morning's glory. Morning Glory, the morning's story a much happier tale than mine. But when the sun rose in the winter, I rose with it in joy. I mocked the deadness of the season, the dead calm of birdless trees and fawn-less does. but it is this ignorant calm that I prefer to the breaking sounds of tumult that pummel me now.
Reason for writing:
this was just a late night poetic endevour...tell me what you think
Birth sign: Taurus
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