Tattered Sisters Of The Morrow

The sun sets on stricken memories of innocence-In a bittersweet dance of mishaps and negligence. Orange filters f-l-i-c-k-e-r on childlike intoxication, as I breathe in vague images of friendship and adoration. It's a shame when us girls ventured to new shores...how best friends' a yearly dividend we can't afford anymore.
No time to rewind... FAST FORWARD through the good times, sublime… down to the broken glass of glittered dreams no time- broken seams - shredded seams of hands held and angels. Gone is the candy, jelly bean, late night movies under blankets of chocolates and poems. Silly girls! Whirls in and out of my memory no time to, clocks moving backwards but I'm on fast forward so as I say goodbye I cry no time to waste no time to try to stop this internal time twister its determined to blow away yesterdays, destroy better days, gone are those days in light of today! I can't take it anymore! And I add to this tornado of tears and I know you too have gone through this whirlwind of emotion, Down a gutter Only sisters could know, drowning in could-be tomorrows and tormented afterglows of shows of kinder days.
In blurred pigments of mud I see anger so thick it chokes quicksand. And I RAN through it. Fuck it. It's TRAGIC. How streams of dusted film once cherished and previously seen now lay discarded in my attic. A pigmentation of my inner sorrow succumbing to the i-n-e-v-i-t-a-b-l-e… foretold tomorrows! Lamented, I scream, "Go away gypsy!" Can't you see, I'm Grinding my teeth, FIGHTING against the chains of truth… Sorry for what it comes down to. But this anger... I can't get past it ... it's elastic.. Choking on the sweetness of what once was- Like the plastic our friendship has become.
Mournfully it drips salty water on my pillow…And I curl up in pain. You don't even know! It's a shame. The weight of it dissolves these once golden bonds… once stronger than diamonds. Now thinner than the threads you weave through your tattered garments.
So love , (I say with a kiss from the past…….)
When the moons romantic glow is enough to bring a tear to your eye once more
Let it fall in reminisce of the past and on ghostly shadows
Don't forget how we once were love…
And how we became tattered sisters of the morrow. ..