The ring felt heavy at first
Like a burden
Now I wish my finger could forget it's weight
Not feel so empty
I wish I could remember you
What I loved about your hands
The way you made me feel safe
I wish I wasn't so good at forgetting
And letting love go to waste
At not remembering
"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it." C.S. Lewis
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Still a Shadow
The distance makes the heart grow fonder
If this is you than I miss not knowing you
Or knowing a you that looks more like who you would have been
Had you not given on dreams
That will never look like a reality
Sometimes I still wish...
That you were still a shadow cast over the darkness in my life
"if" in my memoirs
A regret on my list
If this is you than I miss not knowing you
Or knowing a you that looks more like who you would have been
Had you not given on dreams
That will never look like a reality
Sometimes I still wish...
That you were still a shadow cast over the darkness in my life
"if" in my memoirs
A regret on my list
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