#1338-Passing
Some days,
Hearts feel black.
Dangling.
Holding onto ribbons.
Hoping, it’s not all fleeting.
Time drifts.
Memories fade.
Pain eventually slumbers.
And those who care,
Hold us tightly,
As darkness passes.
Some days,
Hearts feel black.
Dangling.
Holding onto ribbons.
Hoping, it’s not all fleeting.
Time drifts.
Memories fade.
Pain eventually slumbers.
And those who care,
Hold us tightly,
As darkness passes.