ForgottenBliss

So the flowers slowly turned to dust, Crumpled to ashes as the dying moth. The love notes and secrets shattered and brought the Collapse of the heart-shaped chocolates. The polka-dot dress and tuxedo pants wore themselves out eventually, As walks on the beach just turned to... walks. Hand in hand just slowly turned to distance.. (seperation) All the diamonds in gift boxes couldn't even cut cold glass of boredom... Loneliness. The kisses lost their spark while embraces lost their warmth, There's no safety in the arms of a former love. Old photographs mean nothing now, no longer depict.. (What was that feeling?) Dreams of white wed