As I walk along and stumble upon my way,
I’m filled with all the memories of a long lost day.
I just can’t seem to erase the fact of you,
the only love that I thought was really true.
My numbed lips have very little to say.
My thoughts of mind have all now gone to fray,
in this empty lonely bed where I now lay.
Memories slip my mind in the color of blue,
in this holy mixed up life I’m just a piece of stew.
All the colors of the rainbow fade into grey.
A contest entry
- Lost Love or Friendship by piccola.
450 points, ended August 21, 2008, 37 entries
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Comments
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I really like the imagery and the analogy of stew. Life really seems mixed up sometimes. Loss of love is so sad. thank you for entering
