Hurt not Broken
Love Without Wings
Like a crimson evening, quiet and chilly,
Echoes narrate things that are not said.
There is a hiding spot, but love won’t die,
A lingering spirit that exists in the fantasies created.
Wings that were once innocent, now tarnished in crimson,
By tears we gave and by words that were never said. They are spread open, yet they can’t seem to fly, Those things that concerned us are no longer ours. Like a derelict cherub with no specific period.
Floating aimlessly from what used to be mine.
Change in breeze has come, it summons you,
Although the warmth of love will be different.
In the dark, you are still a reason of light,
A star that is too far for the naked eye to see.
Embrace me one last time before departure,
Soar to paradise and let me mourn.
This lingers long after reading…..
Your words paint a picture of love fading yet never dying ❤️🩹
Feels like a gentle goodbye👋🫂, rapped in poetry.