Victims of Time
by Niles Champeaux


Rewind time,
Live those forgotten memories
Times we,
Actually had something
Only now,
Reduced to passing thoughts
Mindless travels,
To unfamiliar settings.

Even now,
I can still smell the air
Those days,
I wish I could return to
Eyes closed,
I’ll pretend for the both of us.

Funny how,
Coveted promises turn to pennies on the ground
Real feelings,
All wither away sometime
I mean,
Doesn’t everything dry out eventually?






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