She has a pretty kind of day face
unashamedly so in the light
Never an upturned palm as to hide her smile
We had our nest perched high above any worlds
hiding in imagination, a safe haven for lips on lips
Summer kissing with a nervous unknowing
of when it would be time to pass by
Now in the autumn our home is just filled
with mementos of what could have been
and a chill looms in every thought I have
Diluted in a way that makes me uncomfortable
like wine in your glass without tannins
I am an unattached balloon with no purpose
with no one to hold me what is my design
Javas L’amer Hark
Listening to The Cardigans – I need some fine wine
Javas L'amer Hark 
Love is fading, until it vanishes completely in time.
All the sweet memory in the past, now seems ironic, sad and feels so lost.
Truth is that she is not your destination but a short stop of your life.
Though you lost a part of yourself with her, yet you learn & grow up a bit.
I’ll grab the thread and tie nicely on the balloon, you won’t fly away like blowball.
Always have the faith in yourself & you deserve someone who can accept you, love you completely forever. xx
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Thank you Jen. As always, such a lovely take on what I write and also how it feels to be lost in someone. When friendships pass, the shadows can imprint you and remain but it is what makes us grown. 🙂 x
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