Wash me away
All colors fade to grey
to match the sky
As listless clouds mourn
the days past
I mourn today
Wash your heart clean
All memories of me
have gone by
As wishes for more days
like days past
are now something cheap
Do I feel how you feel
or how you make me feel?
Or is there a difference?
Does the other side of the mirror
think itself independent,
unique in existence?
Consistent
in pretending
like stories have endings
I wash away
And all colors fade to grey
About the Creator
theJustinCarol
Author. Poet. Songwriter. Prone to strange thoughts.
And, if I ever meet any aliens, I'm denying I'm one of you.
www.justincarol.com
Social Media: @theJustinCarol
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