Standing still in the rain,
Watching the colors wash away.
There's nothing left to say,
But when there was, it was a good day,
Because how many times can a heart love, lose, and love
Until it unravels trust?
Until the hope is dust,
Until the soul says I am done?
How many times can a heart say goodbye,
Three, four, five, it hurts every time,
So for anyone else
And for myself,
I'll keep my distance so there’s no more hurt,
I can't keep my heart a prisoner no more.
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Last Year's Flowers
PoetryIn the third installment, Last Year's Flowers, MissReads19's poetry takes on a new shape through storytelling. Crafted from fragments of poems written through time, Last Year's Flowers takes the reader on a fictionalized journey of love from beginni...
