lost – The Midnight Writer

Pretty in Pink

She picked my soul
like a flower or
guitar string
lost between
music and the
scent of crumbled
tangibility.

Photograph courtesy of Susie Clevenger

you might get lost
following your heart.

the sun plays tricks
and maps were never drawn
to scale with shadows
or the wind.

voices of the
forest reminiscent
of last kiss by
pearl jam.

these scars
weren’t made
by war but
they are
real and time
wears thin for
battles fought
and lost within
the hours of
an afternoon.

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