They say that time heals everything.
Broken bones, broken hearts, broken souls and broken minds.
Perhaps that's so.
How ironic that time is
not something you can
save, grow, move, hurry up
Stop.
Take it
one day
at a
time,
they say
It's nighttime now.
My bed caresses me and only me.
The darkness comes crashing around me
Full of noises and voices I don't recognize.
Not quiet like it should be.
Or maybe light just fades...
What is the difference between a dying dream and a living nightmare?
(30 Days of music, Day 9: "Forever Lost" by The Magic Numbers)
(30 Days of music, Day 9: "Forever Lost" by The Magic Numbers)
3 Passengers in the Car:
at least in a dying dream you go with a smile on your face? smiles.
interesting verse, i like the flow...
Very nice, but a little sad.
vivid and daring poem,
gifted writing!
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