First time

I remember the first time we met

you promised you won’t let go 

you said some people are like flowers:

they grow up with the marrow of your bones,

light up the darkest parts of your heart

and leaves traces within your soul.

But the you left me

with broken bones,

a heart stabbed with thoughts

and a dusty soul.

 

 


By Rim Zeiny

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