#softcryy

Summer rushes, it's too soon.

The gentle breeze that brushes the skin

When I am trying to fall alseep

It's been such a long hard week

And I don't know what to do

I have to hum a soft sweet tune

One that reminds me of you

I do it to relieve and sooth

And I see my reflection,

A pretty smile

painted.

A gentle call

From the mourning dove gently

Guides me in another direction.

and a deafening silence

one could only dream of.

Creaking wooden pyre

for a lifestyle that

she once nearly consumed

in it's entirety.

Or, maybe it ate her up,

secretly biting away at the thighs

while keeping glazed eyes up, and steady.

Creeping up until there was nothing left but bone.

Now, she is

let out, recluse.

And the bones, they creak.

And they ache

With little sense

For what once was.

You warm me up like rays of sun in early autumn morning

and I am a

chilled pale cheek that feels numb to the hand,

the chill of a winter night.

your hazel eyes, are forgiveness

and would be

salvation.

Seeing you in dreams,

a glimpse into a different life,

a picture of us.

Oh, how it all changes-

when eyes flutter open,

and reality hits, sinking the stomach.

the quiet, the quiet, the quiet, the quiet,

the morning, the morning, the morning.

a girl and her dog?

Through life, and the bitter after

Carrying the memory

Between fur and weeping eyes

Sweet memories of a different time

And still

leaving space at the foot of the bed.

-softcryy

calling my name

in the dark, after a nightmare,

unsure if I'd still come.

When you flip the switch,

the light glares and

like me, you'll find yourself