Time will come,
and I’ll forget you.
Memories fade,
like morning dew.
No more longing,
no more sighs.
Our story lost,
beneath the skies.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoetryWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
her
Time will come,
and I’ll forget you.
Memories fade,
like morning dew.
No more longing,
no more sighs.
Our story lost,
beneath the skies.
