Love Sands


Love sands

Love sands passing through the hour glass.

There’s a limit to your love.

What was endlessly abundant and enduring is lost with each grain.

Grains of hope and promises of permanence.

Love sands running through my hands, as I try to preserve as much as I can.

I have no control over the gaping holes in your heart.

Holes I’ve tried to fill ever so often.

Love sands of dust on the window pane of my life.

A life without vision,

Obscured by the winds of reminisce

Of you and what you are meant to be.

Love sands of debris at the floor of my heart.

A wreckage of everything that was never truly mine.

The tempest you brewed for a sadness I did not cause.

Love sands in the horizon,

Love sands I walk to

Love sands I’ll collect

Love sands that’ll weigh me down

Love sands everywhere

Love sands of you

Staccato

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About obialone
I'm random and unwise. I'm always seeking wisdom in its simplest form. I'm scared of not being scared, so I find ways to terrify myself. I care about everything, and I'm interested in all things. I reserve the right to change my mind, anytime. So in most cases I find it best to humble my opinion

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