Here's a poem I wrote a while back. Hope you'll like it and that it will have some meaning for you.
Lost
Were we ever really free to speak?
We shared good times, but we never talked.
Were we ever really free to know,
What the other truly felt?
Maybe it was my fault,
For the distance that we shared.
The more I know, the less I understand;
The closer I get, the farther I am.
The follies of mind vexes the heart.
Alas, all that does remain;
These tear filled memories
That streak my face
These blood stained memories
That soak my veins.
Lost
Were we ever really free to speak?
We shared good times, but we never talked.
Were we ever really free to know,
What the other truly felt?
Maybe it was my fault,
For the distance that we shared.
The more I know, the less I understand;
The closer I get, the farther I am.
The follies of mind vexes the heart.
Alas, all that does remain;
These tear filled memories
That streak my face
These blood stained memories
That soak my veins.
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