Split PathA Poem by Jared Zilic
All I feel is the sand beneath my skin
For this poem I'm not sure where to begin It gives me joy to see you happy at last Even if I become just a piece of your past I'm not clinging on, that's the best I can do I'll probably fade off in the suns dark red hue The poems we write are the true way we speak With our markers and pens burning out in a week So let's rest up for our next journey, this time on our own Whether we have someone with us, or we travel alone -M © 2016 Jared Zilic |
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Added on June 20, 2016 Last Updated on June 20, 2016 AuthorJared ZilicPlainfield, ILAboutA bundle of curiosities. Mostly writing interesting stories. more..Writing
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