A poem for what remains
Empty smiles that once where overflowing with what we once where.
And, worse those false greetings and platitudes that hang awkwardness on every syllable.
They only empathise the vast distance between us.
Where once we where as one.
But, now sits grey and dull like it never existed.
Lost in time like some ancient treasure.
A whisper in the wind.
And, worse those false greetings and platitudes that hang awkwardness on every syllable.
They only empathise the vast distance between us.
Where once we where as one.
But, now sits grey and dull like it never existed.
Lost in time like some ancient treasure.
A whisper in the wind.