The memories are in faded monochrome
What remains is a whiff as if from a dried up rose stuck to the yellowed pages of a book
tears wept, empty promises and meaningless words whisperd with fake sincerity
a face
some dismembered sounds... mocking laughter
crunching and crackling of what was a heart...
Shards
3 comments:
"crunching n crackiling of what a heart was"...wow didi
:worship:
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