Staring at nowhere, bringing back the clock
Haven't forgotten those moments we shared.
Stacked-up memories hidden and unlocked,
Sadness, longing, wandering never bared.
That green eyes, who's smiling at my beauty,
And that red lips, talking sweet words for me,
Your Southern accent though may sound groovy,
My heart cradles the pain nothing like a scree.
Oh, Love, where are those green eyes and red lips?
I missed the cymbals ringing through my ears.
Tears no one can fix but your hand that grips
Cries that you would never see, crimson tears.
How I wish we could touch hands, bare our souls,
but now I'm dancing with your ghost of woes.
~ €mpêråtrïzV
~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, March 21, 2024 - All Rights Reserved
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