Heirloom Of Memory

The regret of slipping away...

Hot, the breath of the conclusion of my evening. Oh how I wish it would have come sooner. The bustle to time my thoughts, to make sense of a memory I should have long forgot. So even these waters wave, ring deep my hand gliding along, shallow.
I've startled the moths against my moon, hold deep the sigh of being alone.
Engrossing at the point break, the fling of desperation upon my hands. I stutter step, its just a mess.
Hang me hear once and for all, its all I need to stay and belong. As you have wept, so shall l for this instant, this second I hate it all. Fate, why must it scar my mind, I regret nothing but long to leave myself behind. This dirtiness that's made me so inclined, to hollow out and die alive.
I'm regretful, I never loved you at all.
- dedicated to my lying heart -

Reviews

[Jamestown]

I could definitely, feel your emotions coming through. The flow was really good
Thanks for sharing.

[Andy Lewis]

Thank you...