Poetry | Free
It was raining
Our song played on the radio
It reminded me of you
Surprisingly, I do not ache with sadness anymore
Or feel the sharp knife of regret
I do not wish to be in your arms
or your brown eyed stare.
I can breathe again
and not feel you in my lungs.
I think I'm free.
I'm finally free.
Photo above is taken by yours truly this morning. ❤
Have a blessed day everyone!
Freedom is priceless. Time heals all wounds :-p Great poem. Thanks for sharing! :-)
hello sir! im a fan of your poetry, thank you for reading and for dropping by. :) appreciate your kind words. :)
And I appreciate you too, Babe! I'm a chick, btw...
ooppss, sorry honey! you just changed your display picture, i solely based on your username, which is my bad too. :) i should've double checked your profile before calling you Sir. Anyways, have a sweet Friday! :*
No worries. People always mistake me for a dude. ;-)
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