It’s quite odd how faces
fade from our memories
Of people we’ve once
known…
And how those we do
remember become strange
When we come across…
It saddens me to
think of the friends that
I can never see anymore…
It is heartbreaking and
lonesome…
I think of the stories
we’ve once told…
Of the songs we’ve
heard…
Of the music our heart
strings played on warm instruments…
Why does my mind fail to
repaint the pictures it once caught?
Why does my brush forget
the strokes of our adventures?
Why do the colors wash off in the sea of Oblivion?
I need to have them all
back
So I can meet my once so
vivid dreams…
I want to have them all
back
So my soul can be again
complete…
I couldn’t find the
people from the past in my present
I need to revive
their dying hearts…
My love for them is the entire existence
For they had been once a beautiful part of this life...
© A Furious Child
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