The slate is wiped
a clean white page
start again, another stage
We know the script, the final scene
This journey we all know how it will end, it's always been
Do I disappoint you?
Is there a flicker of regret across your brow?
Was I not the promise that you held so tight?
Not the sun you needed in the fading light?
Was I not what you thought I would be for you?
Did my true colors bleed differently than yours?
Every attempt, a clumsy dance
A heart laid bare, a vacant glance
Wrong turn each word that comes, a stumbling plea
How can each word be wrong?
I try to bridge the widening divide
But every sentence falls and starts to hide
Did my true colors not bleed the same as yours
a whispered fear
I search for meaning in your distant gaze
Start again, the endless loop
Knowing the end, the bitter truth
Wrong turn, each echoing sound
My words oh they fall short
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Author:
Mysty M’Xaya (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Wow! A poem that could be a song so well written I feel each throb a requirement in my book for a Fave
Well, that is a genuine compliment. Thank you very much. That means a lot to me because I'm also in the music business and have wanted to write a song. So thank you.
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