How does it feel...
To be forgotten:
*Like a Rare Flower Hidden
During the long Winter Seasons.
Like a Dream
That gets deferred time and time again.
Like a Toy
That used to be played with a lot
But is now in the very dark, dusty corner in the back of the room....*
How does one live on...
With something that's Missing:
*Like a Child
Whom lost their Trust.
Like a Mother
Whom Lost their Child.
Like a Soldier
Whom lost their Life
Never to return to their loved ones again.*
How does One...
Lose their Faith:
*Like an Angle
Whom lost their own Wings.
Like a Bird
That can no longer Fly.
Like a Feather
That can no longer Exist
Because of a Fading Dream.*
How does one...
Hope and Trust:
*When they Know
The Messages would never be Heard.
The Truth
Would Never be Known.
While trying to learn to Trust
After it gets crumpled...
Like a Piece of Paper...
Never to be the same again.
Unperfected...*
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
How does it feel...
To be forgotten:
*Like a Rare Flower Hidden
During the long Winter Seasons.
Like a Dream
That gets deferred time and time again.
Like a Toy
That used to be played with a lot
But is now in the very dark, dusty corner in the back of the room....*
How does one live on...
With something that's Missing:
*Like a Child
Whom lost their Trust.
Like a Mother
Whom Lost their Child.
Like a Soldier
Whom lost their Life
Never to return to their loved ones again.*
How does One...
Lose their Faith:
*Like an Angle
Whom lost their own Wings.
Like a Bird
That can no longer Fly.
Like a Feather
That can no longer Exist
Because of a Fading Dream.*
How does one...
Hope and Trust:
*When they Know
The Messages would never be Heard.
The Truth
Would Never be Known.
While trying to learn to Trust
After it gets crumpled...
Like a Piece of Paper...
Never to be the same again.
Unperfected...*
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