Apr 04, 2012 11:44
The damp rain smelt of milk and honey,
You promised me always for neither,
My eternal love nor my heartless money,
And though the heartbeat isn't there; oh!
It aches so unbearably, ache and ache.
The fate that awaits us is inevitabe,
Our dreams consist of? Fiction and fake.
And the end of stillness is near,
Today fades far into tomorrow,
As my breath escapes the sunlight
I can only remember. The sorrow.
Forgive but never forget, tick tock,
Soundless chimes parallel to my mind,
Memories fade; there's no unseeing,
Regretfully, my love was never blind.
poetry