Faded
In front of you,
an image there.
Near to you,
with faults her own
yet, like the air
you just see past
Standing before you,
she's shattered glass.
What restrains you of
that moment’s memory
part of the past,
A hiccup on the map.
Juvenile games
quickly sliced
your fragile mind.
And in those moments
you hold so high
she’ll wait no longer
as time slips by.
Guilted by stained decisions,
no longer with,
she's dreams envisioned.
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In other news, I'm dealing with work.
The end.
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