I knew what died meant.
When my clothes didn’t change
But hers did.
When my smile didn’t fade
But hers did.
When blossomed red some rose
But that wasn’t the color she wore.
I wasn’t the strong one.
But she didn’t falter.
I was just a child.
Scraping memories, time beguiled.
Wrapped in a love so fierce
Under a watchful eye.
But I am still a child.
Pondering about the last time she smiled.
My one, loving for two.
Doing for two. Dying for two.
I don’t hate that
I know what died means.
Image Credits : HyattMoore
So very poignant.
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It just happened to be that way. Sensitive topic.
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Reblogged this on Ineffably Ethereal and commented:
Poignant!
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Ooh. Thank you for the reblog, Aurora!
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