Writer1326

I’ve come to realize,

I am not solely myself.

I am pieces of those I love,

Pieces of those I’ve loved, too.

They make me who I am,

who I strive to become.

Deep in my heart,

Your words were like a false sea,

only meant to convince me.

And when I asked what it’d be,

you still decided to go with the wind,

Foolishly I still waited, until eventually,

I grew tired of waiting for you,

Fog gently wraps itself around –

everything above the ground,

as the memory of rain plagues the land,

its presence peaceful as it brings silence.

The worries of the day have been washed away,

The wind dances around me,

as I watch the sun melt into the sea.

The colors melting together in a blur.

Dusk is approaching as the stars begin to stir.

Winters icy hug is distant as it leaves,

Listening to the whispering breeze, 

I watch shadows engulf the trees. 

The moon is nowhere to be seen, 

As the stars start to flicker green, 

When the sun sets in the west, 

The colors run, 

Like watercolor paint. 

A cold goodbye from the sun. 

As the moon rises in the east,