DropsOfInk

Whenever I hear love songs, I think of you and those days we lost.        The days tossed like soiled tissues,                  The days gone with the wind. I realize, now, that it was too late Even at the start. We were                 too                  far                    apart. It could never have worked, You and I the same, but yet so different. But it hurts so much more,        That the words could never form in my mouth, Their flavor so                          bitter,                                     Like the bile -filled tears        That trickled        Out of the corners of my eyes        Into the