Time flies fast,
Memories and scars what I have.
And the gold now turns to dust,
It is as decaying as love.
Hide from the pain you did create, seek for one true love.
As you lay down for a moment and cogitate, you failed again to enshroud your sobs.
You see, past is not easy to dispose just like the bones you've buried alive. And trust is like a rose, floating in a kerosine-like tide.
With your hands bringing flames on it as with the sea you collide, ashes the rose have become and the feeling eventually died.
;🌻✍️LadyMonSTR
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PoetryThere are words we failed to utter, Expressions we failed to express. I wrote them with pleasure in a paper; the feelings were not repressed. When we bleed inside, We look for a place to hide. A friend to count on like a paper and a pen; these are...
