I think of those people,
time and time again.
I tend to think of those,
who left me with much pain.

They tend to be the people,
that started like a dream,
I used to think they were,
the nicest I have seen.

They brought a lot of laughter,
and smiles and jokes my way.
They were the kind of people,
I really wished would stay.

I got used to their presence,
and I felt more secure,
I slowly let them inside,
I opened up my door.

But it was wishful thinking,
to wish that they would stay,
Because, just like shooting stars,
they passed and flew away.

Leaving behind those memories,
that were not meant to be,
Just like a piece of hot iron,
they left a mark on me.

I don't see them any more,
but if I did, I'd say,
"Thanks for the times you made my day,
by having the right words to say.

"Thanks for genuinely,
pointing out the flaws in me.
Though it was gradually,
you played a part in changing me.  

Perhaps we are not meant to last,
Only to be a memory of the past.
Even though we drifted apart,
you'll always have some place in my heart."

"For love can comment upon every woe"

This love
has been dead and remained ghost,

my love
my stowaway,
"as who should say,
my strength is tried"
he's the light within the dawn
As the morning star is seen
by glistening eyes.

His love—
his eyes, a melancholy malcontent

if his love will soon forget,
this is what I can't have again.

water rises, cloud forms.
wind blows, gravity flows.
what more does it take
before you realize
the ground has changed.

Strangers with memories,
that's all we are.
Like two seashells on a beach,
drifted apart by waves of time.
going our separate ways,
Strangers with memories,
that's all we'll ever be.

©desireddreamer