*Windy cold morning
blowing on loves past
a tired tombstone
has begun to crack
as it begins to shatter
so does the surrounding too decay
Trapped by the memories
which it failed to save
broken and forgotten
it's inscription weeps
in loneliness it stands
hugged by the wind
never escaping the feeling
it's appearance tends hide
left to remain
cold and grave*
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
*Windy cold morning
blowing on loves past
a tired tombstone
has begun to crack
as it begins to shatter
so does the surrounding too decay
Trapped by the memories
which it failed to save
broken and forgotten
it's inscription weeps
in loneliness it stands
hugged by the wind
never escaping the feeling
it's appearance tends hide
left to remain
cold and grave*
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