To dream of the same <br />night upon night <br />an unfulfilled promise <br />a loose end <br />fit to be tied <br />like a noose around the neck <br />but the spell...it wears off <br />and the dreams subside... <br />cured with precious time <br />a calmness at last <br />becomes emptiness at best <br />then nostalgia for nightmares <br />of something new <br />longing for their return <br />with a vengeance they do <br />but for a moment...alas! <br />happiness. <br />and the cold heart it takes <br />the gold heart... <br />it breaks! <br />see the bright colors that fade <br />and the ones who stay <br />in the cycle that spins, <br />relentless<br /><br />Brandon Adamson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bright-colors-that-fade/
