Losing a Love
By littlestar
It's the fading light at dusk. The final hour when everything goes black. It's the peeling back skin- feeling pain rush in- aching from sin. And bleeding, quietly dripping on the floor. It's when the perfect light of the moon masquerades behind a cloud and shields all the lovely secrets you once believed. Knew to be true. Oh, when you lose a friend, somehow a piece of you ends. The road curves and bends, and the gravel makes you slip and fall. The thorn on the rose cuts you and you fear ever dancing with flowers again. Perhaps the sweet fragrance and revere aren't worth the grief. When you lose a love it's like the sky above comes crashing down. All around you surround yourself with make-believe. Holding tight. Falling hard. Glass shards cutting through. And learning to mourn, trying to mend, sensing the end, and never stop losing your once lovely friend.1992, Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 01:01 PM PST 0 • 8 • 1
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"It's the fading light..."