She had delicate flowers in her hair
Pale pink like the flesh only you had kissed
Led down her body and soul. Undisguised and bare
Praying within your eyes she’d start to exist
Trying to catch the moments, like rain in your hands
But the day moves to night and the night to day
The sea will keep dancing over the sands
Sun lifts the shadows, revealing all you don’t say
Silent as the flowers torn from the earth
She sheltered those flowers between the pages of a book
The flowers dried, died, like your eyes, my worth
Pouring through pages, sadness took hold when she looked
I sit here alone. Dried flowers radiating more warmth than my soul
Comfort in books was the last thing you stole
Kirstie Jayne
Beautiful Kirstie. Your words always move me.
Kate | thelittlecrunch.co.uk
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Thank you so much I was so nervous posting a poem but I decided I was going to share what made me happy ☺️ xx