Lost Love,
Like forgotten dreams.
My memory speaks lies, in past remembered.
And broken pathways wind, heart-lost,
Seeking you; only you.
Perhaps this is that ending of days.
Days of ending, that is this.
Perhaps, you, only you,
Seeking heart-lost wind.
Pathways, broken, and remembered past.
In lies, speaks memory.
My dreams forgotten,
Like Love; Lost.
Lost Love is Love, Lost
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rredfern said:
I’m not being flippant here; your words really are some of the most beautiful I’ve ever read.
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