thyme heals all wounds
Pain hidden as plainly as seeing your breath in the cold air, I call to you blindly;
"If I ask you to stop the hurt, would you still love me?"
I'm still waiting for an answer as my voice echos off the edge of a cliff side.
In the place I loved you the most, holding me like you'll never see me again...
That was when I really fell, although I'm not sure I ever landed.
Skate your thumb across the top and catch the light,
Burn the end with fire down to the filter;
Don't take a single breath until it reaches the very end.
A bundle of thyme wrapped with its own branch, you were never one for waste;
I suppose one could say I wasted us.
(Would you say I wasted us?)
YOU ARE READING
your heart breaks forevermore
PoetryA combination of both poetry and story-telling, I hope you all enjoy this collection as much as I enjoyed writing it. Poetry has always been an escape for me, whether it be based on something real or entirely fictional. I pray you all can escape int...
