An Empty Frame

Morning’s song, sad and slow
slipping in front of stars
summer breeze plays
merrily among the leaves
and memories are all i have

i will visit you at sunset
listen to your favorite song
i will wait at the corner of
i miss you and sorry
a hopeless thing
wondering if you will hear me

i lost you
somewhere between
forever and never
where broken fairytales
forgot what they had been

wishing on a star
i fall, deep into
my own destruction
and stumble seductively
to a poisoned sleep

now you are
a memory a photograph
we are an
empty frame
no longer a picture
of what could have been

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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