Webs
By:
Whispers
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The cuts are too deep to sew back
The lies that we weave in and out of our hearts.
The ties are broken and we're
Right back where we started.
With our hands in our pockets
And our eyes void of light.
The words we spoke become
Whispers on the wind of our memories.
Floating past our souls
With the windows of change and forgetfulness.
Brushing over the moistness
As the tears leave their tracks on our cheeks.
The hourglass is slowly emptying
It's sands onto the floors of time.
Building up the tension that rises
Until it reaches the peak of our lives.
And now all that's left is the empty
Shell left over the lessons learned.
The spiders are hard at work
With the cobwebs
That leave tiny threads connecting them.
Small reminders of the pain
And the regret that's hidden in their threads.
Leaving just a small fraction of
What used to be between the two of us.
All that's left.. is the memories.
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Plagiarism is a Crime.
#LifeWhispers
