One Dream...

by Marcus blake   Feb 12, 2014


Far like the moon
and distant of reach like moments before
what was written is not always truth
But like those false pages
You were a bitter thought
I learned patience but all too soon
Your feelings changed
Like the clock hands shifting the days
And I was just too late
What captures us?
Steals our emotions
A love lost to ink and grey
A fascination killed in a moment
When did those promises become meaningless?
Lost in the storm you do frighten me
Like a rush of life though my eyes
I envy the view of things...

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  • 1 year ago

    by Merdy

    When did those promises become meaningless?
    Lost in the storm you do frighten me
    Like a rush of life though my eyes
    I envy the view of things...