There is no spring in my step
nor smile in my heart
just a shell of what i could've been
now empty of all hope
An echo of fond memories
stripped of all their warmth
frozen between the strands of time
held captive by the truth
And in these thoughts, i'm drowning
forsaken, alone
Learning happiness is fragile
as fickle as the wind
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
There is no spring in my step
nor smile in my heart
just a shell of what i could've been
now empty of all hope
An echo of fond memories
stripped of all their warmth
frozen between the strands of time
held captive by the truth
And in these thoughts, i'm drowning
forsaken, alone
Learning happiness is fragile
as fickle as the wind
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