On this day of low grey clouds, a blanket of fog over the landscape, my thoughts are of you, wondering what was, is and could have been.
I remember the words that were said between us, their efficacy to destroy in that moment, the bond of our past, present and future that was before us when we first met.
On this day of low grey clouds, a blanket of fog over the landscape, my thoughts are of you, wondering what was, is and could have been.
Those words, have transformed themselves into the silence that is now between us.
I will forever curse that day.
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Sounds kind of angry and unforgiving.
ReplyDeleteTurn the light on in your heart. Even in the midst of deep depression it's always possible to turn the love on and the anger off.
The rock on the bottom of the pond sits in solitude
ReplyDeleteIt knows nothing else as it has on solid fortitude
The world passes it by and is left alone
This is its inherent wisdom and way of life as it is its home
So this rock is in the cemented NOW good and strong
As this could never ever be so wrong
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