Like the colors of a sunset
That fade into the night
Our love has lost its luster
And slipped out of sight
Once it burned so bright and strong
Like a flame that never dies
But now the embers have grown cold
And we're left with tears and sighs
The memories of our love
Are now like photographs
Faded and worn with time
And the moments that we had
We were once so close, it seemed
Our hearts beat as one
But now they beat alone
Like a song that's left unsung
The promises we made
Have all been washed away
Like words upon the sand
That the tide takes each day
And now we're left with nothing
But a faded love to mourn
And dreams of what could have been
That will never be reborn.
About the Creator
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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