Clouds roll in

covering blue skies

and I start to forget

your brown eyes.


I believe in

the lessons taught,

abundantly grateful

for the love you brought.


One year felt

like precious dreams

only to find

it’s shorter than it seems


We were strangers

at some point,

and soon became lovers

never thinking


we would grow apart,

but mother always said

to not follow your heart

as hearts tend to break


and broken hearts can only mend





I’m going to buy a tent, find a dark empty field, and gaze at stars until I become one.

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.