A fleeting expression; a summer misdirection,
All the things I can’t keep in,
All the things I could not say,
That of which I cannot keep,
That of which I should not feel.
My hurting expression says it all,
If you could only see my eyes,
Hear my laughter and touch my skin,
A kindle of autumn in my summer that is what you are,
A revival of passion in my heart,
You are the sunset in my eyes,
The golden shimmer reflected iris as time flies.
If I only knew then what I know now,
I would keep you here with me, yet how..
An unresolved matter, my words fail me when it matters;
A reason, a poem of my weak soul,
A weak heart you take hold of me,
Your voice that will never grow old to me,
I would do anything if only I could see you again.
– Claire 7.23.23
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