Could have been

The words that are uttered

Alone in the dark

While laying in the bed of

Your bitter regret

Wishing for things that

Never were

Thinking if only

Wondering what if

The dreams of youth are at your feet

Laying in the waste of your

Empty life

Laughing at you

Beckoning like a much needed

Drink in the desert of a mutilated heart

I have cried too

I have wanted that which

I so desperately cannot reach

With this

These empty hands

And boxes full of memories

I’m not even sure

Are real


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. No Tall Stories
    May 16, 2012 @ 06:16:45

    I have nominated you for an Inspiring Blog Award…Details here:
    Best of luck, Toasha!


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