Faded Thoughts
Thoughts how they fade from white to gray,
and the memories we made,
turned to dust just today.
Ashes we smoked and the dreams we dreamt,
all DIED in your arms and I wept...
-and wept.
Please forgive me- believe me when I say I am sorry-
I feel sad for you but not as sad as I feel for me.
Self pity is a disease,
but it puts me at ease,
and I just wish these flea's,
would get off my bleeding back.
If I could paint you a river, I'd swim to your shore,
mend all I tore...
...now it's you that I lack.
It has always been you...
ALWAYS been you...
you were my envelope, you were my flu,
you cut me apart because you made me whole,
I'm sorry I stole...your heart...
-your heart...
NA in CONTEST NO 204 any form-theme max of 16 lines
Judged September 17, 2016
For contest: Screwed XVI
Date Written: September 26, 2015
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