Paper Memories

A love which they say is forbidden, mostly end's in tragedy, only a lucky few make it past the barrier.

Unfortunately we are neither lucky nor blessed by the heavens, we could only crumble away little by little within the current of time.

What we came to love and remember was washed away by the tumbling currents of ever forgetfullness.

Our being, hope and faith was eroded away little by little by the unfaithful heavens and cruel creatures of this world.

What was left behind was despair and regret. Unachievable dreams and hopes to be washed away and to be forgotten in the depts of the underworld.

Neither and none were to be left alive to achieve one last strive of revenge against the worlds and heavens. Non to hold on to pain and loath. A gift yet a washable stain.