I remember how I used to smile when you were going to show up.
How the doors were open, waiting for those eyes to come in.
But what was the point?
You don't see me anymore.
The familiar music in my head is nothing but noise now. I'm invisible. The ephemeral and utopian feeling of happiness has once again slipped through my fingers.
As I try to catch a few memories so I can make a sand castle With the tangible parts of my broken soul. I'm forgettable.
Did I scare you away? Or were you scared from the beginning? I gave too much when you asked for nothing.
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Unknown double life
PoetryUsing poetry and twisting words to describe the ups and downs of a love that never was, but always is.
