Like a decade old book kept on a dusty shelf Covered in cobwebs and filled with pixies and elves Our story was like a fairy tale gone wrong Like the splintered notes of a broken song Sometimes I think I keep pressing on the old gashes Lest I forget the pain that was caused by lacerations and scratches There is a saccharine ache in reminiscing times gone by In never letting the wet trail stop, letting the tears dry In those fading memories are the bitter sweet moments of the past Of a love that didn’t stand the test of time and last In the memoirs of that old book on the dusty shelf Is a recollection of my youthful, happier self You, my dwindling memory like the dissipating sunlight Have been kept captive all these years, held onto tight Out of fear that if I were to lose you from my story somehow I wouldn’t know how to fill the void now The hurt you inflicted added colour to my grey life in a way The cruel words slicing through my soul everyday The constant jabbing and poking brought me to a point in time Where I could almost predict the onslaught through the signs And yet I stuck around for years on end Since I refused to break, so instead I bent Nevertheless I keep you trapped in that warped book Refusing to forget all that away from me you took Tucked away comfortably the past lives on in the pages The story of a love gone sour that’ll live on for ages
I sit all day waiting for a flying thought, pleading God, just a thought.
I see it come. My neuronic arms hold it tight. A page is there, a pen I see, my mind now works. Oh, ecstasy! My feet now run and arms sway. Heart sings melody of some lovely day. Its all there in my head. I just need to connect the thread to my pen then, Voila!
One word on page. I am in rage. Watch helplessly an inspiration fade.
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