Thursday, July 7, 2016
The stained whispers left me empty;
your words never fulfilled.
Like dusty memories on the floor;
each one swept out with time
but unfortunately, never forgotten.
If moments could always be chromatic,
but only rainbows readily comply;
if life were of such embellishments
then disappointments would be figments
but regrettably, they are all too real.
Life like time must march on
though the moments never fade;
lying in our pillowed subconscious
in futile attempts we try to forget;
forever etched in recollections of regret.
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