Unique

 

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There is a secret hidden deep,

Almost tangible, just out of reach-

My mind, always lost, always aching to remember.

Always mourning things forgotten,

Always bending over backwards to reach an understanding that yours does in a snap.

Oh, but that mind judges too quickly,

Reacts too harshly;

Never looks up to the sky to consider each and every hue.

I close my wild eyes and see the colors,

While all you see is blue.

Regardless of this circus,

I would never trade it to be you.

-N.B.

Forget

We must forget the bitter past.

Shaking in the wind

Wilting in the fire,

Ablaze, cuts sharp, fringed at the edges.

Jaded flower, rootless stem,

Hold you ground,

Hear the sound,

Of nothing but the splash-

Of cold water on scorched skin.

….

We must forget the bitter past.

Thirsty soil seeks the rain,

Blind petals pray for light.

Heavy clouds lay down your grief,

And thunder down the rain’s relief.

-N.B.