I don't care to say what spawned this...but will you please comment? Thanks.
Memories depart not with a mere summon.
Nightly visions of what could have been…
What was ended because of a mistake?
Even after this time, it makes one wonder.
How many times does it take…
To say goodbye…
To leave forever…
It matters not; a first love is never forgotten.
Whether painful or blissful…nothing is forgotten.
Time heals all wounds…but also reopens them.
Daily, the reflection of the past faces the person in the present.
There is no escape; both evil and good clash within.
Can any tell what the heart really feels,
Whether what mistakes made truly were the fault?
Fate itself makes us dance, a toy for its sport.
If that is the truth, then is the life now a lie?
Gaian Grammar Guild
The Gaian Grammar Guild is a refuge for the literate, a place for them to post and read posts without worrying about the nonsensical ones.
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