Untitled Passive Blow

Still I remember

How we used to walk around in those forests

When the present was still…

When young memories die off

What is left?

What is there to feel?

But when we were young

We would lie in the stars

And watch the grass be swept away by the wind

By your eyes, I was

Holding on to what I couldn’t hold on to

Still clasping empty fists of sand

That sinking feeling that stays inside

This hollowed out, shattered past

Rose coloured glasses

Passive glances

No more stances

Fast romances

Sun will gleam until I find the need to be the greed that seeds dreams


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