faded.

Another oldie that I found in an one of my many abondoned online journals. However, I re-wrote this one to fit into some new music I also wrote. Enjoy...



all I see
is a faded photograph
sun bleached
and washed away
nothing left to hold
nothing left to say

while her simple dress
hangs in the closet
of the room
where she'd sleep
its scent reminding
of another day

down the corridor
lives the resident of shame
a constant reminder of past pain

walking down the hall
I passed a memory
held fast in its frame
hanging in my mind

it happens everytime
going out of my mind
forgetting who I am
trying to be her man