And now the season’s changing –
if only I could say our hearts have.
What once was can no longer be –
for you’ve all but buried me in the grave.
Blue, purple, black and peach,
the colors of my bruises sing.
A melody of pain, love, and trouble –
a true makings of a summer fling.
A story of a thousand photos
some with laughter and some with shadows.
My mind is in shambles,
bearing the scars of my internal battles.
What was once pleasure
will now be my demise.
The sinking of a hundred suns –
my world is about to capsize.
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Published by alhoppa
Simply put, I'm a thirty something single mom of three young boys with a passion for reading and writing. Writing, and reading for that matter, has been a passion since elementary school when a friend and I had our short collection of poetry published through the school where it was on display in the library for an entire year. While I still enjoy poetry, my love has grown into short stories and full length novels. Tag along for the journey, it'll be documented here every step of the way.
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