"My voice was lost in space and time, broken by the spirit of a half-full glass.
Vivid dreams left to die, wounded heart, crying blind. Drowning tears, running wild, out of breath, losing balance.
Blurry pieces of our love, laced in questions left unsolved. The unmatched, the untouched, the what if, perfect storm.
Is it me? Is it us? It's too soon, we gave up. Now what's left? This is strange; I keep wishing things would change. The beginning of the end, ditched in this forsaken place."
LKA
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Author:
LKA (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2023 03:02
- Category: Sad
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