02-25-2018, 05:33 AM
First Edit:
To The Person I Used To Be
Do you remember life before
the bags beneath my eyes,
or how she lost her young allure
for motherly disguise?
Do you remember her midnight hair?
A softness only found
in darkness; you weren't aware
it falls without a sound.
Why didn't you do anything
to stop her leaving us?
Instead, you just took back the ring
and checked the band for rust.
I must apologize for this,
my questions go unheard
like love behind a daily kiss,
farewell the truest word.
Original:
To The Person I Used To Be
Do you remember life before
the bags beneath my eyes,
or how you watched her young allure
replaced by motherly disguise?
Do you remember her midnight hair?
A softness only found
in darkness; every strand beware,
it falls without a sound.
Why didn't you do anything
to stop her leaving us?
Instead, you quietly took back the ring
and checked the band for rust.
I must apologize for this,
my questions go unheard
like love behind a familiar kiss,
farewell the truest word.
To The Person I Used To Be
Do you remember life before
the bags beneath my eyes,
or how she lost her young allure
for motherly disguise?
Do you remember her midnight hair?
A softness only found
in darkness; you weren't aware
it falls without a sound.
Why didn't you do anything
to stop her leaving us?
Instead, you just took back the ring
and checked the band for rust.
I must apologize for this,
my questions go unheard
like love behind a daily kiss,
farewell the truest word.
Original:
To The Person I Used To Be
Do you remember life before
the bags beneath my eyes,
or how you watched her young allure
replaced by motherly disguise?
Do you remember her midnight hair?
A softness only found
in darkness; every strand beware,
it falls without a sound.
Why didn't you do anything
to stop her leaving us?
Instead, you quietly took back the ring
and checked the band for rust.
I must apologize for this,
my questions go unheard
like love behind a familiar kiss,
farewell the truest word.
Time is the best editor.