Forgotten Dream
Nights will come
and days will end
but you said you'd still
be my friend.
When did words
become empty
filled without
sincerity.
Remember when you ran
through open fields,
cutting by the barn
as a shortcut.
Over the brook
you didn't yield,
and fled from harm
with lady luck.
Cold and spent,
no will to race,
you finally fell
to a friendly face.
Steadfast love
you sought in me,
safe in my arms,
now a forgotten dream.
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