There is freshness on my skin
spreading from a burial,
from the core of my mind,
of what was once beautiful,
so beautiful,
washed away with the pain I have built
for the souls in love.
Light and heady,
nothing is clear,
except the words spoken
and emotions sheared.
It is about time I put aside my depression
and believe it is all for the better.
Sometimes I will look back
and shed a tear
because of the missing pieces,
but mostly, I will smile
and remember how it was once
a feeling indescribable
when i whispered kisses
and opened my heart
to somebody deserving
of much more.
I will smile at the chances
to have created perfection,
and look forward to the skies,
eager for new flaws to fix,
for new life.
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