I would wait months
Years even, simply
Waiting for the scars
Of our past love to fade
To erase our painful memories
Only to realise
That they would never leave my
Trailing after my soul
Haunting my existence
Phantoms of the past
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Ballads of a Cloud Walker
Poesíanefilibata (n) lit. "cloud-walker"; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams highest ranking: 692 in Poetry
