Time to let go!
Time to forget!
But not yet the time to be forgiven?
Broken heart, dried up tears...
Memories clouding the long lost years;
Words of love, hope turning into fear.
Nothing left to say...Just
Wish you were here...
Under the naked sky,
Sun-dried tears, incomplete dreams and a hopeless sigh;
You will never again let me try.
Though I'll never have you near,
wish you were here...
Old school of broken dreams;
Lost promises and forgotten hymns
Deserted corridors and the unclimbed stair,
Wish you were here...
1 comment:
My tears have dried up - literally, almost - but the following line amidst the others stood out. I can feel it... still...
But then as a friend of my ex used to say "The poison is its own cure!" The interpretation I derive from it is simple... beyond a point when you hold onto pain, it weakens.
Cheers... all the best!
"Words of love, hope turning into fear."
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