Your eyes must be your best feature cause you mouth is so good at withholding the truth
It only took half the instance found between sand falling within this dismal hour glass of an infinite up rise of life, love and dreams only to find them together in a down fall of time passing
Split grain seeks moments wasted….
Moments wasted, more and more as the cycle returns I find us in the void…Our rescission is blooming
Thoughts…feelings, emotions once exemplified now delusive and misguiding…hiding truths with no attempt to correct disturbances created
I will not object
So continue to hide in the shadows of your over abounding regrets….
But I’ll never forget…never forget