Sunday, May 1, 2016

I Write



I write,
Not to forget you,
Or to distract me. 
But to spill ink on canvas,
And leave a dark stain,
Of our brief moments together,
When our realities faded,
And our dreams coincided.
And this way,
I would live,
And die,
On these pages,
Of your faded love,
And broken promises,
For eternity to come.

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