In the dim beginning and ravage of time
I thought that I could make you mine
The evenings sparkled with a spoonful of stars
The future looked bright
It was supposed to be ours
My heart is aching tangled in the past
You were mysterious
A true outcast
As the fireflies invade my night
The moon bathes me in white light
Feeling a flutter in the wind
My heart is tortured
There's a storm within
By: Brittany Benko
This poem was written for an online writing challenge using metaphors.
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