You can blame it on the noise.
The river of discontentment.
Lost with all your toys.
Bleeding hearts of sentiment.
Engraved in my mind.
Tangled up in space and time.
A river of red in my head.
Memories of all we once said.
You can blame it on the waves.
Pretending the past is still relevant.
All the memories you betrayed.
Lost images I’ll never forget.
Engraved in my mind.
Tangled up in a fast rewind.
Colors dance around in space.
The steps I never wanted to retrace.
Engraved in my mind.
A total lapse of mistaken times.
Dreams of tomorrow and yesterday.
All the things I wish we could say.
You can blame it on the noise.
The river of discontentment.
Lost with all your toys.
Bleeding hearts of sentiment.
©12/11/2024 Bruce Clifford
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