Lost Shadows to the bitter truth
W andering to home in dismay Utter blackness display Moments of past have a jolly play Only option left is to pray It's like one day this nightmare will come crashing in a hay That's what his loved one say Who could have thought of something like this That the word Mickey would become obsolete And everytime we look at the corner We would see an empty seat and heat The heat of anger,the heat of regret,the heat of aggression All adding up to compensate The vanishing of a big part of heart into thin air With all our sleep, peace and happiness Left with shattering hopes of celebrating together Buried under the sand that was unplanned Soon he would have been one nevermind I guess that's how death comes full of darkness and unanticipated. ···♡♡♡···