The new lifeA Poem by Kirsten Kvaale
I can't hold myself together with only two
cold hands Each night I lose signatures of myself The ink simply spills through my fingers as though I am dancing with a ghost; my own ghost, it may seem For I have been killing who I was and I miss her quite terribly. But maybe she went away with you because she loved you too much and couldn't bare the thought of never sharing another laugh Now I'm left to miss you both As though I've started an entire new life A life without my happiness A life without you, my love And a life without myself © 2013 Kirsten Kvaale |
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Added on November 17, 2013 Last Updated on November 17, 2013 Tags: Love, cold, brokenheart, longing, death AuthorKirsten KvaaleAlberta, CanadaAboutSixteen year old aspiring writer Currently in eleventh grade more..Writing
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