Seems like he doesn’t know that…
Morning
light is breaking,
and she’s way past sleep.
Silent,
she sits wading
through the memories.
Haunted,
her heart is breaking,
and her hope deplete.
Seems like she doesn’t know that…
Shattered,
he lays helpless
in his fleeting dreams.
Despearte,
he’s held captive
by her memories.
Tightly
his heart holds remnants
of each broken piece.
Seems like no one cares that…
Some day
the sun will die,
the skies will cry,
and memories of love
will be swept away
by the pain.
And sometimes
no measure of forgiveness
can make one forget the darkness,
and no amount of sunlight
can make one feel
like they never felt
the sting
of the rain.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
Seems like he doesn’t know that…
Morning
light is breaking,
and she’s way past sleep.
Silent,
she sits wading
through the memories.
Haunted,
her heart is breaking,
and her hope deplete.
Seems like she doesn’t know that…
Shattered,
he lays helpless
in his fleeting dreams.
Despearte,
he’s held captive
by her memories.
Tightly
his heart holds remnants
of each broken piece.
Seems like no one cares that…
Some day
the sun will die,
the skies will cry,
and memories of love
will be swept away
by the pain.
And sometimes
no measure of forgiveness
can make one forget the darkness,
and no amount of sunlight
can make one feel
like they never felt
the sting
of the rain.
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