Long gone the oath that once sworn
A final toast to the love that is dead
Flowers of tenderness withered on their stalks
Seeking oblivion of the past
And muffle the calls from my innermost sorrow
I let black wings of pain scatter my day
With a broad smile I say goodbye
Not going into reenactments of the past
My heart in exile will drift afar
I keep hopeless nostalgia to myself
Put hope in the merciness of ruthless time
I dip my emotion in the ink of tears
scribble a snipet with a touch of sentimentality.
Arwen Lee CW
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-scribble-a-snipet-of-sentimentality/
