I remember the things I want to forgive,
in a place somewhere in this stacked up mind,
I remember all those moments,
so near, yet far behind.
It's a wave that comes back at the shore,
sweeping the seashells and some mud,
I still carress the rotten flower,
which was once young as a rose bud.
Time and tide, have arms so wide,
they engulf things inside with ease,
And just leave us with regrets,
A wish, and a pain to please.
Reality will somehow hold,
no matter how far you try to run away,
It's the shadow that will follow,
but never win the chase.
It's a matter of come and go,
that's how this heart consoles,
a mind stuck in frames of ecstasy,
love, or call it loopholes.
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