GONE
It was a cold summer night, the wind was whispering.
It still continues, the fight that was caused by a single mistake.
Amidst the silence is the breaking of branches.
Chaos is building up like a storm by the lake.
So I wonder, do we still have a memory worth to remember
When all the lies and false promises seem to run through our veins?
Gone are the dreams that are once hopeful and silvery.
Now, broken heart and drying tears are all that remain.
(2015)
©eydzey
