I think I pictured you in my dreams
It brought me back to the time
When everything was far less complicated
And the life I lived was mine
I felt my hands trace wispy clouds in the sky
But that was way back then
For I walked along a tight rope so high
That was paper, paper thin
It snapped and it sent me falling down
As the clouds of heaven slipped from my grasp
But the reality is for when I landed
Is that fragile love would never last
It was a high of hope that slipped from me
But for when I turned around
There was something beautiful to see
I gazed upon the color around my feet
And the darkness up above
Because sometimes the key to joy
Is falling out of love
I think I pictured you in my dreams
And I learned a thing or two
I didn't have a loss losing a false love
The only one who's at loss is you

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Remnant Thoughts
PoetryThis is mostly vent poetry, but also some activism poetry and dialogue. Just a forewarning this is really edgelordy