In the night,
There are things I say.
When the moon is bright,
The words can change.
And the stars shine,
Just so I can remember.
These memories I share,
Have I told him or you?
Have I even been talking to you,
Is that the truth truly?
Will I ever know?
I've felt crossed fates before,
And I'm not one for games.
Nor those who speak little,
With too much of an ear.
When I trust just a bit too much,
And end up with the fear.
These memories I share,
Who has really been listening.
I can't really tell,
What the truth is anymore.
What will I do?
So gently ill slide away,
Across the state and country so.
To pines that have no name engraved,
On their ancient battleground.
Where not a single human soul resides,
Where I may find what I'm looking for.
These memories I share,
They had a special purpose.
With only you in mind,
But what a shadow you became.
Were you in my mind?
Guess I'll never know,
Goodbye.
- Author: Thinker (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 23rd, 2021 08:00
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
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