Flowers Like the Auburn Sky
The feelings locked up inside of me, the turmoil of the soul, mind and heart for the desire just to have that other piece back. To feel the presence of the other who has once unlocked all the hidden emotions in my body.
I lie here in my loneliness, shadow of the innocent past. The torn pieces of my naivety strewn across the floor like the porcelain vase in its death; thousands of sharp fragments along with the fake flowers to paint a sad picture.
The future was supposed to be glorious, like a morning that promises all good things and nary a bad thing to come across the canopy. The butterflies, the birds and the rainbows to run along the picture of perfection, it was supposed to be like that.
But now the present contradicts the vision, destroys the dream and has ripped away the future.
There was no hope now.
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I can't believe I wrote that. Just a little exercise for myself, nothing much. I need to write something... at least something that a Basic plot of sort!! Even a one shot!! I need to write...!!