Monday, January 14, 2013

Gone


She thinks of silence 
she thinks of rain
she thinks how everything
will never remain

She thinks of the snow
she once built on
her castles of now
today they’re all gone

Gone are the footsteps on golden sand       
gone are his lips, kisses and soft hands
gone are the cold nights where it always rained
and your wet hair and lips made him insain

She feel somehow empty
it was just like yesterday
she feels tempted
to just go and run away

She feels it’s all her fault
he was too good to be wrong
it feels like a cold summer
where no path leads you home

Gone are the mornings in bed
gone is the life you shared
gone are his stupid mistakes
gone, gone, gone,  gone away

Gone are the footsteps on the sand
gone are the walks hand in hand
and as the memory slowly fades
all that you have
all that you have… decades

She dreams of the future
she seems to be fine
but there is no nurture
to a heart broken inside

She dreams of future
she seems to be fine
it seems to somehow comfort
her broken mind

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