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Hast thou forgotten me so soon?

Left to lark in the dark corners of your crimes

By Veronica Published 3 years ago 1 min read
Photo by Josh Applegate on Unsplash

Hast thou forgotten me so soon?

A tender night once wished,

Banished to the tune,

Of an empty harp,

I cover wounds,

Left to lark.

If only,

We found a love unwound,

By the bounds of a fate,

Forgiven by the stars.

Did we ever truly know,

The centerpiece of a doe,

In the moonlight,

Under snow covered hills,

Standing beside a heavy thrill,

Of a mountaintop left until,

The twig snaps,

And time relapse,

To push us forward,

Past the solitude of the

Silence?

I breathe in,

Your presence near

A force so bold

The world could disappear

In a day

We once prayed

Alas, to our dismay

The dawn arrived

In moments time

Left lusted

in your crime.

heartbreak

About the Creator

Veronica

I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.

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