We had a voice, and we try to speak, Our message, once strong, now grows weak. They claim to listen, yet we go unheard, We're losing the plot with every word.
By kylie Arneson5 months ago in Poets
Love is so fleeting, Like the autumn leaves changing. There is beauty here.
Your memories curl at the corner of your mind, a piece of you, you try to hold. A flash of recognition as you find a face you know, before it's lost to the cold.
