Poems From The Soul

I dedicate this to...someone.

"You say you found fragments of light in me, is that all you'll ever find? Is that all you truly even found to begin with?

I have more questions than answers, more assumptions than facts, and more dreams than realities. That's how its always been, and how it is always likely to be.

I still see you in my colourful and busy mind. You, though just as colourful and busy, are the little bit of stability. The smallest drop of consistency.

Often I ponder those things you said to me on those late spring nights when we first met. Do you still mean what you said? Do you even remember?

Do you remember how we were, once upon a dream? Do you ever wonder what we could have been, or what we still could be?"

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Pep 8-10-30