the whispering hill behind my house
is where i kissed a boy
with sea green eyes
that were clear and opaque,
it's also where he asked for my
forgiveness after a picture of him surfaced
in my messages.
a full bodied cheerleader was sat in his lap,
her quarter-cut amber irises arresting the phone camera lens.
the whispering hill behind my house is gone.
it's been replaced with a shed
that's still empty,
even though its been a year since its passing.
i had my time to grieve.
o, hill, the secrets you took
as you were blown to reddened bits.
the memories left fragmented..
..but live in my mind, still picture perfect.
whispering hill, if you ever arise again
listen to my advice,
don't open your heart up for wanderers
they'll leave you, with other women to
entice.
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hold on to the memories #NEWYEAR [slightly hiatus]
Wow. What a... I can’t find the words to express the clarity and pain of the emotions.
Re: XD oh boy, what have I started? You would be great at rewriting Hamilton as Napoleon, I’m sure. I honestly don’t know much about him, since I’m usually more interested in the women of history. Likes empress eugenie, who would definitely come up in Napoleons story since she’s his nephews wife...
okay, seriously, this idea could go places but idk whether I wanna go with it.
Delia Rune
i love the metaphor here! hopefully it's not a true story though... :(
Ibex
dang. impressive.
Liu Zirong
wow. this took my breath away. <3