In the gallery of my mind, you reign supreme,
A portrait of memories, a timeless dream.
Your presence lingers, a bittersweet refrain,
A haunting echo of what remains.
And as unfortunate as it seems,
You'll forever be my favorite memory.
Far too permanent to be washed away,
But can it be polished? I dare to say.
Yet, in time, I hope, my heart learns to see,
That even my deepest past can set me free.
For though the past endures, it can evolve,
And in my heart, new truths can resolve.
May 2024
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
