The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth

May 27th / (Heart)Break Down

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I guess the part I’m scared of is 

The inevitable change;

When everything that once meant the world 

Crumbles like dust at our feet. 

What will we do,

When kisses that once inspired 

Soft sighs and butterflies,

Only flutter and fall

Like ashes from our lips?

What will we say,

When words that once bloomed

Between the spaces in the silence 

Wilt, wither and waste away  

In the dryness of closed mouths?

I don’t want your name to become 

A sour taste on my tongue,

I don’t want the melody of your voice 

To switch to a mourning hum;

But my fear is one morning I’ll wake up 

And all my feelings will have dispersed- 

Or worse, lying sleepless in twilight

I’ll know you stopped loving me first. 

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Author: thebrowneyeddreamer

Teenage girl from the mysterious, rainy land of Northern Ireland, obsessed with music, France and movies. I like to write books and poetry when I can get my head out of the clouds.

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