Dust is falling, in the broken light
Glittering, like snowfall
I feel more of myself coming back,
Like a part of me has lived here for a lifetime.
Waiting, in the mountains, for me to
Notice. Clouded figure,
Of a girl, I once said goodbye to.
Morning is thoughtful, rumbling in with its stolen glances,
It's blue bitten clouds.
I am drunk on sleep,
All softer edges and thoughts so sweet
how you fill my head with daisies,
How honey now shines like gold,
When I couldn't see it before.
I couldn't see
Not past the trees
Or the town
And the way it swallows dreams
But without it,
Life it's endless.
It's a painting,
With my name etched at the top.
We have a chance, to give up our drawings, our sketches,
To surrender to the colors
Of our unraveling lives.
Like cloth, that billows in the wind,
Catching that sinking
Shuddering like fireflies. To a song,
Nostalgia and roses,
It is not predictable
It is not safe.
And I want to cry.
At the gift,
The one that calls my name
In that shadowed figure
of inevitable change.
This is for you. You, who follows your heart no matter where it may take you. You're not a fool in love, you're living your truth, to your very core. Don't ever, ever change, or allow others to bully you into closing your heart. The world need more people like you.
My debut book "Soft Thorns" is available at amazon.com (link in bio) • follow my second account @la.femme.des.roses ♥ bridgett xo
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