The tortured words of a broken soul echo across the cold expanse of my mind
The games we play; circles and circles around the pieces that are all that remains of me
Words are lost and feelings disappear as over time what was meant to be love withers away
Once time meant nothing to the depths of passion; of sheer emotion that was inspired by your very existence.
Now all is lost but fear; fear of what will never be and a desperate hope that all that could have once meant so much more than the frozen nothing that fast approaches our connection
If what is once lost can never be recovered then I don't want to lose these feelings for you. But waiting is worse than goodbye and I'm not sure how much more pain I can take.
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Random Thoughts.
Thơ caJust a few poems and thoughts I have had over the years. Emotional coping really.
