Every time I have the slightest desire,
The slightest urge to hop onto the carousel of Time,
An experience --
Moments of bliss and love
From a memory stuck on loop --
I must remind myself --
Whatever I believe or believed
Isn't true, or wasn't true.
The truth is far more bitter and
Though it no longer bears a taunting taste,
It's stained my mouth with a bittersweet aftertaste.
The lights of a theme park may shine so brilliantly but the shadows it casts of her and I,
Are a fairytale of its own
Stuck in time.
--- Ink and Wander
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Stoicism - 10th poetry collection
PoetryMy head is a loud galaxy full of pictorial words. This is my 10th poetry collection Poetry collections (written in this order) : 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings And...
