Writings - Unknown

Gone times are bad for some - for they become heavy, and they burden the souls. They're frozen in time and  space - and can't be undone - like photos in albums. They wake you up at nights,  and break the minds - they keep on screaming that you failed. They make you cry and cry;  If they are your regret - they make you cry again. They make your heart dull, void - as you think about them  over and forever. But their job is  just to remind - To start again. Move with nightmares, Live with defeat, But hear their song. You need to change? Need to accept? Or mix of both? Ensure you heal - slow and steady; Believe in self. It's gonnna be  tough if not the  toughest challenge. Gone times are bad -  Sometimes too bad  to describe them. But afterall,  they aren't so bad - Because they're gone.

  I will be alone and old, the countdown is in breaths; And then I will meet her, on one of the hospital visits; I remember her meds,  She remembers mine; Holding hands becomes more than a romantic sign.   We don't run- we move; We don't hustle- we bloom.   We get tired quickly, We go to sleep early; We spend the holidays away by cuddling lovely.   I say 'I love you' many times, She kisses me many times, We remember to spread love, Before we no longer can.  Our time is limited- the chances are less; That's exactly why- We spend it more wise.  Our stories never end,  Our affection never fades; Isn't this better than love that fail?