The days feel amiss
Without the comfort of your once familiar bliss.
Something is missing inside
Which my mind tries to hide.
Where are the once happy days
In which my soul was vibrant and gay?
For now it is brooding and dark.
The contrast is oh so stark
From what I used to be,
Singing the earth's praises in glee.
When did all the memories fade
To a dull cold gray?
When did your heart grow old,
Bitter, tired, and cold?
I miss those days from long ago.
Oh, how I miss you so.
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PuisiA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
