evanescence
for I believed ours was ever-lasting, only to be proven wrong.
your tail of mist,
glow as ever
like fire in the
vast, dark sky
my dear, you
rise up high and
have come too far
with my very
soul in the palm
of your hand
for you are my
only star, my love,
but now I am
left to fall fast,
deep and down,
only on my own.
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Sophie Garcia
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Author of poetry book Bittersweet: An Anthology.
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Tragic but beautifully written
Beautiful work! That switch from bliss to loneliness hits hard.