atlanticlungs
you raise your hand when i raise mine
we sit together,
moving in sync
with one another's motions.
the scar on your lip
reminds me of the summer we rolled down grassy hills
and got sunburned too many times.
give me a chance
to overcome my own personal storm.
let me tie down my belongings
and pull up my hood.
hold me tight
so neither of us flies away.
if you spent every second of your life
thinking about your end,
you'd never get much done.
you've been told not to live in the past
yet we keep our heads buried in the future.
to live - truly live - we must exist now.
do not fret over past mistakes,
simply learn and become wiser from them.
do not stress over what ifs and possibilities,
just be.
the only time you're guaranteed is this moment;
don't let it escape.
It felt rough between my fingers.
The edges of it ridged,
the surface had small bumps covering it.
I ran my hand along it,
my fingertips moved over each tiny hill.
"After the war... I'll still be here."
"And if I don't return?"
"Then I suppose I'll spend the rest of my life waiting.
And you know how I don't enjoy being kept waiting."
Slowly, the corners of his mouth crept into a smile,
as she turned to go, he caught the mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
She gave him a wink before walking back to their home.
The home they'd raise their family in...
When he returned.
Softly the wind lifts her hair from her shoulders,
a light rain hits her face.
Her steady gaze pierces the man in front of her,
'if looks could kill...'
How do you fix what's been broken so many times?
How many times must something fall apart until it shatters
beyond repair.
As the lies wind around their ankles,
whispering what they want to hear,
she realizes it is time.
Time to let go, even though she'll die inside.
If she holds on it will not be any better,
so she whispers her final goodbyes and walks away
with tears forming in her eyes.
As they silently drop down her rosy cheeks,
her heart fills with a pain she's never experienced before.
Pins. It's as if someone has put a million
tiny
pins
into her aching heart.
She wore a small black dress
and red pumps.
Her lips were painted a bright, classy red.
Her hair curled and wild.
Her vibrant green eyes shone against her pale skin
under the moonlight & street lamps.
She looked perfect - classic.
You take my form,
I take your hand.
Confusion girl.
Confusing me.
Let's run away,
confusion girl.
Her voice hangs above their heads
like the stars shining in the sky.
His hand travels up and down her back,
trying to soothe her.
Cries are heard,
panic is abrupt.
Raindrops are falling from the sky,
she hugs her coat around her small frame.
The wind blows her hair,
rips her scarf off.
Chasing, she runs runs runs
after it.
He catches it
and hands it to her, a light smile playing on his lips.
"hello, gorgeous."
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