My favorite song
Has been tainted
By your filth.
Its silky words
Have been texturized
With memories of you.
It hurts to listen to
Knowing I used to sing it
And picture us--
Picture us happy!
Can you imagine that?
And now,
It's a reminder.
A reminder
That it was only fantasy.
That picture stayed on the wall--
Hung in a frame of my desperate love.
An image of my dreams
That never got to live.
An image of "togetherness"
That never truly was.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 12:27 AM UTC
My favorite song
Has been tainted
By your filth.
Its silky words
Have been texturized
With memories of you.
It hurts to listen to
Knowing I used to sing it
And picture us--
Picture us happy!
Can you imagine that?
And now,
It's a reminder.
A reminder
That it was only fantasy.
That picture stayed on the wall--
Hung in a frame of my desperate love.
An image of my dreams
That never got to live.
An image of "togetherness"
That never truly was.