Her broken silhouette
Was A shadow that lined the wall
And her face in my mind
Had become a haze
Like a dream,
Unfolded and unknown
I forgot her smile
The smell of her hair
I forgot the days and the nights
The ones that should have been
I forgot how to dream of her
Like a picture
fallen pieces on the ground
And her love, like an ocean
That knew no bounds
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Comments3
A wistful poem of love lost in the past that now is only dream like. A lovely choice of words and a fave
Thanks. Much appreciated
A wonderfully written piece about past love, that is now only dream like, enjoyed the read
Excellent write
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