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I thought the turning time can successfully erase traces of the sparkling, beating void your goodbye left inside my tattered soul. A decade after, it becomes clear. I am wrong. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow's Day 1, 2 and 3. P.S. I combined the first three prompts because I was late. 😦 Forgive… Continue reading Time’s Sparkling Void
Bad Goodbye You said it's unintended farewell, but your eyes shows you're lying, lying, lying. You can’t even look straight to me, as my tears starts flowing, flowing, flowing. As I try to keep my broken heart beating, beating, beating, you closed the door, and leave me with no air for breathing, breathing, breathing. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A… Continue reading Bad Goodbye
Sitting still in a steel stool, she begs, weeps for one more second. - Endearing, exquisite enchanter, ends first cry on her life's first second. - Captured candid cheesy charade, changed by sudden death in a second. - Old oak observes ordeals, orbits of earth’s occupants’ every second’s beat. - Nervous nerves never needed, not… Continue reading Hidden Seconds
