POETRY 5648
Dear Lady of yesterday’s dream,
You were my sleepless nights
And well played melodies.
You were my addiction
And your amber eyes; my flicker of hope.
I was once a maunderer
A Lone Ranger with a confused heart.
You gave meaning to my worthless life
And stung me with betrayal’s smile.
I deserved better than your white lies.
That yesterday,
You were my soul’s crush,
A dream worth making reality
And a voice of my hope,
But now,
Your love burns my soul.
You’ve become a mirage;
A fading memory of a chronicle
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