by Unknown
Oct 2013 327 Views 4 comments
forgotten
I'd flip the pages a thousand
More times, and feel rush upon
Crushing unto my memories
Chasing my shattered dreams
Pieces of which were scattered
Upon the footprints on the sand
As it burned upon my lonely soul
On the falling leaves
As they drop unto the grounds
Searching for answers that
Would never be found
Voice of my hopes
Silenced by the winds
As I finally lay cold
In my lonely tomb.
More times, and feel rush upon
Crushing unto my memories
Chasing my shattered dreams
Pieces of which were scattered
Upon the footprints on the sand
As it burned upon my lonely soul
On the falling leaves
As they drop unto the grounds
Searching for answers that
Would never be found
Voice of my hopes
Silenced by the winds
As I finally lay cold
In my lonely tomb.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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Comments (4)
To all my friends here and everyone that has touched my life, I do keep you warm in my thoughts and my heart no matter where I am and what I am going through.
God Bless us all and I will never forget any of you specially to all of those who has always shared their thoughts and opinions, and ideas on my writes.
I love you all.
Phyllis