The Forgotten

October 11, 2007
By Brian Cherry, Abington, MA

Tapping feet follow kindred fingers
Rhythmic movements along my spine
Tangled in a life of what was
Regrets; what we were, who we came to be

Energy with sight of your kind lips
Strips me of false sins with blissful trips
Step inside with an eye to find
The conundrum that constructs my sleepless mind

Sway the marks that you cannot hide
Form new scars that will be our lives
Be the light I've longed to find
I've searched forever, I've searched the nights

Love, Lust, Pain, Hurt
The past is what we thought at first
Pack up regrets in a shadowed hearse
Present the future with an unquenchable thirst

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