I saw the sun disperse

Between dark trees

Behind orange clouds

Were faint memories

Of your bruised neck

Kissed tenderly.

 

One moment it shined

The next it vanished

Like the time you were mine

Now memories damaged

By wicked time

That decided to punish

 

Our love.

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I know a lot of my poems sound sad, but truth is I am usually content.

©aishaadamspoetry

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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