Our story is the same as the one before
The pages have faded with time
And the words once written so elegantly
Are smudged and unreadable as the days go by
And the years that passed
Since that book ended
Have all been the same
And every year my story continues
As yours ended all those years ago
Like when a tree falls in the woods
No one is a around to hear it
But when the pen writing your story
Was laid down
People did hear
And unlike the tree
It shook the forest
It touched deep down
A part of me
I'll never have again
And my story will end
In many years
As my pages fade with time and age
And my book grows old
With the same smell all the others have
But I'll always have the chapters
Of you and me
For even though your story ended early
It never truly left mine
The Library of Time
More by meandpaul
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bittersweetness in the air
at the beginning of the end
you went to shake my hand
i followed it with an embrace
for i could not face
what i knew would come
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in the darkness of my night i pray for you
i think of you every night
as the calmness of the dark
washes over me
comforting me
as i pray that i'll see you again -
Fear of the heart
i'm afraid of tomorrow
as it creeps slowly along
like snail it moves
leaving a trail of past
failures and mistakes
edging closer and closer
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