Ghost

Once a sweet violet syrup of passion,
now the bitter acid of indifference.

Once a giddiness like rays of sun on your lips in the spring,
now a cold careless ghost of the past.

I indulged in the newness,
but smashed back to the ground at the oldness.

What was had is now lost.
So why do we hold onto our last threads of hope?
 
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Zorro

VT

17 years old

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  • Poetry

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    thoughts

    Winter is coming.

    Silently with chapped lips and 

    breath in the cool air.

    But, I think I'll finish this 

    half-baked thought later 

    when winter has come and gone.

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  • Poetry

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    Floating

    My head is in the sky with those puffy white clouds of giddiness and
    A foggy understanding of what is to come is all that inhabits my brain.
    My skin is warmed by hot star energy and the smile pulling at the corners of my lips

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    You

    Knowing you was bittersweet
    purple wildflowers on my tongue.

    Knowing you was bright
    sunshine on my face.

    Knowing you was fleeting--
    the breeze floating through my hair.

    Knowing you was chaos--

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