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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Author:
MrNobody40 (
Online)
- Published: July 5th, 2025 19:53
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
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