Cooling summer morning, Misplaced somewhere in the passing of days. The immeasurable loss of forgetting, Like the forever presence of your tears. Time tells me secrets, The voice of volatile aprehension. Cruel sharp tongue and gaze of fire, The sun rising in your eyes. As the mist of familiarity settles softly on our brows, We slowly go our seperate ways. The excuses of memory loosen fears, Everything is nothing as it fades.
Reason for writing:
It's about letting go of something without realising that it's slipping away. I think a lot of people let this happen, and that slow deteriation is what gives people regrets......Please comment.
Birth sign: Libra
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