My handsome looks weather and fade.
My hair thins, my face beings to wrinkle and age.
The scars grow deeper with every stage.
My aches and pain grow stronger everyday.
My younger days are passing me bye, holding on to memories waving goodbye.
If you couldn’t love me then how could you love me now.
How am I to forgive and forget, when the scars run deep with regret.
Each passing day I say my grace, for this broken heart you ate.
You are a flicker and a fade another memory that won’t fade.
October 22nd 2026
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