Brooke Childs
Oct 27, 2020

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You​ ​Held​ ​my​ ​Heart,​ ​I​ ​Held​ ​Only​ ​Your​ ​Hand

She​ ​was​ ​the​ ​essence​ ​of​ ​the​ ​light,
A​ ​flame​ ​that​ ​was​ ​everlasting;
He​ ​was​ ​shrouded,​ ​covered​ ​in​ ​night,
A​ ​detail​ ​she​ ​found​ ​distracting;
They​ ​were​ ​different​ ​as​ ​black​ ​and​ ​white,

Yet​ ​her​ ​flame​ ​found​ ​his​ ​enchanting.

Her​ ​love​ ​broke​ ​the​ ​darkness​ ​apart,

His​ ​arms​ ​became​ ​her​ ​home,​ ​her​ ​place;

For​ ​her​ ​blind​ ​eyes,​ ​for​ ​him​ ​her​ ​heart,

He​ ​held​ ​her​ ​tight​ ​in​ ​his​ ​embrace;
For​ ​months​ ​he​ ​was​ ​her​ ​counterpart,

But​ ​three​ ​words​ ​can​ ​tend​ ​to​ ​betray.

You​ ​do​ ​not​ ​want​ ​me,​ ​you​ ​aren’t​ ​mine;

Amorphous,​ ​with​ ​no​ ​reason​ ​left,
To​ ​darkness​ ​you​ ​did​ ​me​ ​confine;
You​ ​took​ ​my​ ​air,​ ​left​ ​me​ ​bereft,

I​ ​thought​ ​we​ ​were​ ​two​ ​souls​ ​combined; Now​ ​this​ ​soulless​ ​flame​ ​does​ ​not​ ​shine.

Photo by Eric Ward on Unsplash

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Brooke Childs

I do indeed love strawberry milkshakes, rainy days, all types of noodles and a good book. What do you love?