Whisper me sweet nothings of time melting away these regrets
Or how time itself melted away all these months and years apart
Assure me that the years have dulled these memories, diluted their potency
Lie to me and tell me these memories have faded or that time heals all

Time, the biggest liar of all,
Taking memories and simply aging them in oak barrels to be sampled like a fine whiskey with a cigar or a side of regret

Time doesn’t heal a damn thing,
It makes tragedy tolerable,
Like soldiers desensitized to the smell of death and rot

Time can’t heal a story whose happy ending can never be written as intended,
It can only lend itself so that the story may be rewritten.


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