Heart to Forget

Bright days
Under sunshine dyes
Leave whispers of a faint disguise.
Even liars tend to pray
When faced with sadness day to day.

Stagnant pools of filth
Litter roadsides
And even when the fire comes with the storm,
They won't move on
They'll stick unshorn,
Festering in hidden depths
For people to walk over,
Coughing from strep.

Every pool forgotten,
Even primrose paradise left untouched,
For all but the whispers farther ahead.
And the only holes screaming for help
Are left by the wayside,
Like the fish caught in the kelp.

Deep in the holes lie forgotten gems,
Like untouched diamonds;
Or unused tools;
And people forgot their worth,
As so too did the diamonds.

People move on
Pouring out hearts;
Great big crystal gems
That can tear islands apart;
And People move on,
We always regret:
The lies we tell each other,
And our Hearts to Forget.

ISA