Haunting reminders, of love that's gone astray,
Echoes of memories, that never fade away.
A bittersweet reminder, of joy that's lost its place,
A haunting echo, that whispers a love that's been erased.
In every dream, a haunting shadow appears,
A haunting reminder, of tears that's been shed through the years.
The whispers of the past, that refuse to subside,
Haunting reminders, of a love that's died.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryThese are the things I never said, these are words that are still unread. Pain in my eyes and a broken soul, but I still play the happy role.
