for what it's worth

CHANGEinWAVESCHANGEinWAVES Posts: 10,169
the wind chimes
for only once
when the soul
speaks to devils
upon broken glass
the day's numbered
but time's passed

puckered lips
but drying out
for loves last kiss
has come and gone
and distant memories
all but carry on

holding hands
in what once was
a cramped space
of future's dreams
of tomorrows nightmares
and todays words

playing games
with letters of hurt
he calls her names
and issues the cold shoulder
she was nothing to him
and still remains
just that
"I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
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