Good Intentions… Past, Lost, Mocked

Posted: 2019-04-13 in ©SvetkaSamizdat, Мысли на день, Мысли на ночь, Печали, Распад

Broken 3

Your past, my past,

it’s mocking us, every day,

every way it can;

memories, torment,

futility and pain, slap in face,

cracked leather.

Good intentions violated, screwed,

raped;

today’s future is hollow,

the things that were meant to be

are gone.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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