The colors haven't faded, no,
they're just as bright as then.
It's that my eyes have lost the know-
ledge of what thrilled me when.
The melody is still the same,
it plays upon the air.
It just cannot ignite the flame,
or find its window there.
This isn't sadness, not a grief,
it's something far more still.
A silent,subtle, inner thief
that time cannot fulfill.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
The colors haven't faded, no,
they're just as bright as then.
It's that my eyes have lost the know-
ledge of what thrilled me when.
The melody is still the same,
it plays upon the air.
It just cannot ignite the flame,
or find its window there.
This isn't sadness, not a grief,
it's something far more still.
A silent,subtle, inner thief
that time cannot fulfill.
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