Silence deepens,
The dream fades into nothing,
The mind weakens.
Ghosts of daughters,
Who never felt this existence
but are in my heart.
Laughter, unheard,
A lot, unfelt and forgotten,
Perfection, forever unmatched.
The dream of life:
Never was it ever real—
Could I just leave now?
Never was it ever real—
Could I just leave now?
Could I just leave now?
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Silence deepens,
The dream fades into nothing,
The mind weakens.
Ghosts of daughters,
Who never felt this existence
but are in my heart.
Laughter, unheard,
A lot, unfelt and forgotten,
Perfection, forever unmatched.
The dream of life:
Never was it ever real—
Could I just leave now?
Never was it ever real—
Could I just leave now?
Could I just leave now?
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