A Bullet With Yesterday's Date
In sepia tones, the echoes twist and sway,
When shadows stalk the moments lost to time,
A spectral dance where ghosts of youth hold sway,
Their laughter mingles softly with my rhyme.
Each birthday brings the weight of fleeting light,
As innocence drifts gently into night;
The storms of change laugh cruelly from afar,
While memory rides the mist—a faded star.
Oh, how I miss the cradle songs once sung,
Now haunting whispers cling to heart and bone,
In dreams I walk through halls where laughter sprung,
Yet find a stranger gazing back—alone.
In chasing shadows, I must reckon fate:
Can love transcend? Or must we carry weight?
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