red hair
nfmessiah
Posts: 58
he found the sun behind a bookcase
next to the eyes he used to wear
like the smile you left on your face
need to cry to remember its there
walked up the steps to the below
wanted to shake to feel his blood rush
taught her things he's sure he didn't know
fire in your hair, red as your blush
tracked the memory back to a spot
worn down by the friction of time spent
you'll think it special, but its not
not by years or all your mind's bent
must have lost the heart on his sleeve
could not place sympathy on her breast
stopped short behind, watched her leave
and in turn felt his place was meaningless
found the sun in a cardboard box
and regret will lie without mentioning
wonders if it will follow where she walks
and if the past inside is still listening...
next to the eyes he used to wear
like the smile you left on your face
need to cry to remember its there
walked up the steps to the below
wanted to shake to feel his blood rush
taught her things he's sure he didn't know
fire in your hair, red as your blush
tracked the memory back to a spot
worn down by the friction of time spent
you'll think it special, but its not
not by years or all your mind's bent
must have lost the heart on his sleeve
could not place sympathy on her breast
stopped short behind, watched her leave
and in turn felt his place was meaningless
found the sun in a cardboard box
and regret will lie without mentioning
wonders if it will follow where she walks
and if the past inside is still listening...
once dissolved we are free to grow...
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(runs her hand through her red hair)
Well done.