You can't turn away from them;
they'll follow you to the grave.
Painted on your soul
syllables inadvertently saved.
A smile each day,
words people always say
facilitate life's play
as it's divinely arranged.
Remember this as it passes by
trying to grab futilely
onto a piece of time
while second by second
we slowly die.
Watch helplessly as it changes,
becoming what they used to say
and leave us behind
with memories that fade.
When it's all said and done
standing in front of the mirror looking back
you wonder if they remember too
...or if you're the only one.















Comments
and plus mines just an opinion some other person might love that spot
nice job
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"Why are you still alive?!"
"Because God and the Devil don't want me."
Great job.
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My heart is filled with joy that sorrows to my death.
Thy governed words transcribed on a page for thy audience to consume in a pleasurable enjoyment. This is my art.
But thank you for both the compliment and the critique. I appreciate them. *smiles*
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Death before dishonor.
Ex
Sigh, I wish I could latch on to one fragment of time and just stay there... why do things keep moving so fast?
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"They ate every letter in the alphabet and still had an appetite."
Too often I'm guessing that I'll be the only one to remember a lot of things. It makes me wonder if they even mattered when they happened sometimes...*wistful gaze to the floor*
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Death before dishonor.
Ex
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Death before dishonor.
Ex
I kid, I kid. I have to be serious and thank you for the compliments though, sis. I'm glad it made you feel better, too.
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Death before dishonor.
Ex
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