Disparate prose detailing horror and joy alike
Poetry written as I've sat at the turnpike
The emptiness of the lost mixed in
Amongst the colors of life and sin
Living my life through observer's eyes
Judging and hating my truths and lies
I see my contempt for my unlived life
Remember the light shone through my strife
It's in moments like these
When I remember your smile
When I can hear your laugh
When I can feel your hand in mine
I remember it all
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC
Disparate prose detailing horror and joy alike
Poetry written as I've sat at the turnpike
The emptiness of the lost mixed in
Amongst the colors of life and sin
Living my life through observer's eyes
Judging and hating my truths and lies
I see my contempt for my unlived life
Remember the light shone through my strife
It's in moments like these
When I remember your smile
When I can hear your laugh
When I can feel your hand in mine
I remember it all
I really miss you
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