Shadows
the shadows are memories which haunt me, they make me a slave to the past
only time can erase this mental pain and set me free to love at last
the shadows are good and bad times in love that happened not too long ago
while i am a slave to the shadows, my lover has started on a new love to know
the shadows grow in the moonlight and fade away in the sun
my nightlife is full of memories, my days are empty--until I become one.
Copyright © Carmine Santaniello | Year Posted 2010
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