The bright colors seem to bleed into shades of grey,
fresh blankets of snow,
water stained,
pictures reflect back brighter memories,
that now escape me.
This christmas will be diffrent,
a mourning of things i must let go,
a celebration of things i left behind.
A lesson learned,
but all was a waste of time.
you were the best time i ever wasted,
those seconds,
the best of my life,
and for what again?
My reflection in the silver spheres relay a message i do not wish to portray,
but it will do for now.
P.S- I know you havent read these, but your latest work leads me to belive other wise. Thanks for listening, or not.
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