Just A Dream
The cotton candy sky and the cool breeze.
The perfect time for a stroll before the darkness arrives.
Some time to spend alone.
I feel a shadow.
I cannot distinguish the face.
It is getting closer and closer.
I just want to be alone.
I am trying to run but my legs are stuck.
Inching closer.
This stranger's face is a blur.
Distance is closing between us.
Thoughts are clouding my mind,
My whole body shivers in fear.
I try to scream but nothing is heard.
Their arm is reaching out to grab me.
It has all vanished.
The room is black, just a dream.
*Updated: [December 25]
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
The First
A perfectly crisp day, the smell of Fall fills the air.
There were fast cars and new friends.
I was fresh faced and my heart was beating with anticipation.
He was older so he was never wrong.
We did things I only saw in movies.
My mind going blank, my toes curling under.
He saw something real in me.
Maybe it was my purity
Maybe it was because I was unbroken.
I overheard people and their rumors,
They were all wrong.
The only thing right was him and I.
How could my friends lie to me?
They know I hate liars.
I could not stop thinking about him.
We spent every moment together,
How did he find the time?
I began to feel a difference inside of me.
It scars me every time the apple cinnamon scent enters my nose.
My friends were right,
The butterflies were now eating my insides.
Innocence ripped from the hand that this stranger once held.
Not only were the leaves falling to their death,
Everything around me was collapsing.
A perfectly crisp day, the smell of Fall fills the air.
There were fast cars and new friends.
I was fresh faced and my heart was beating with anticipation.
He was older so he was never wrong.
We did things I only saw in movies.
My mind going blank, my toes curling under.
He saw something real in me.
Maybe it was my purity
Maybe it was because I was unbroken.
I overheard people and their rumors,
They were all wrong.
The only thing right was him and I.
How could my friends lie to me?
They know I hate liars.
I could not stop thinking about him.
We spent every moment together,
How did he find the time?
I began to feel a difference inside of me.
It scars me every time the apple cinnamon scent enters my nose.
My friends were right,
The butterflies were now eating my insides.
Innocence ripped from the hand that this stranger once held.
Not only were the leaves falling to their death,
Everything around me was collapsing.
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