There’s so much that’s left unsaid-
Of the million things that I want to say,
But the ridge looms, scary and impenetrable
The fear rules, large, unscalable and immovable.
Of forgotten promises and happier yesterdays
Of little skirmishes and your tender ways
Am I alone in remembering, in wanting?
For time to turn back, to the joys and laughing?
But you weren’t here, and I was alone
Left standing in the snow, staring,
Into the horizon, at the turn of the road,
Wondering how to travel back, how to reset.
But the dark evening took over the mild afternoon, and showed,
It was none but a beautiful lie, how can I have what never was mine!
Guria - The Misfit Girl™
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