Soft White

I wrote this based on a dream. How sometimes people you love truly aren’t replaceable.

… she sat there. Didn’t know a name. Just sat there. Arms folded over not looking for what was coming. Didn’t know the way it felt.

It wasn’t even really her fault. Sometimes the heart and the brain forget that she was to be forgotten. After she had left, she came back. Just for one night.

It wasn’t her body, just her spirit. And she told me that love cannot be replaced. That love could never be forgotten. I had, until my heart reminded me.

Seems to me that it’s the only part you can’t control. Because it’s out of reach.

The violet colored dress, covered in tulips. I didn’t forget. I didn’t want to. Eyes like hers, they were golden, silver and blue. Hands covered in a frail, soft white.

I couldn’t describe the pain. She was gone. For good. I had to forget.

…she sat there. Didn’t see my face. Just sat there. Hands covering her face and didn’t see what was coming. Didn’t know the way I felt.

It wasn’t even my fault. Sometimes the heart cannot be controlled, because the brain cannot let her go. After she had left, I remembered, for one night who I was.

It wasn’t my favorite songs, just the guitar swinging by my ears. And I heard that love can never be forgotten. I had, until my mind reminded me.

The depth of blues I saw in her shoes, with scarlet bows. I didn’t forget. I didn’t want to. Hair so soft and in a light brunette, too. Hands covered by mine, soft white.

I couldn’t describe the pain, when I realized it was you

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