Dried up love and messagers
Standing forgotten by the door
A pedestal white as snow
A ribbon black as sin
Day by day
Passed by like nonexistence
Night by night
The memories fading away
A shell of past times
Seeds not sewable
A memory everlasting
No longer can be faded by time
Fragile like thin glass
Forgotten by the door
Never moved from plain sight
Dried messagers and love forever stand alone
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Words From Past Always Follow
PoetryPoetry that covases death and life. If your morbid or have lost someone dear, please do not stop here. Every word has meaning, hear there is no meaning, just the raw feeling. In death we live In life we're held In memory, never forgotten In heart...
