Shadows

love in vintage suits
and holding hands in darkness
with memories of dew drops
clutching onto past ghosts
of someone who's long gone
replaced by a shadow so
indistinct the silver edges are gone
hidden by black and deceit
and lies and hate and betrayal
a ghost, just a ghost
sadness swept over dust covered
thoughts of dreams, hopes,
promises that were never kept
despite determination
despite retaliation
still left alone, you'll be alone
wait for the moment described
in darkness sitting on edges
clinging to ivy, falling from fantasy
lies, just lies, and who's hurt anyway
when reality returns who's gone
who's left to you after all
was it worth it? do you see pearls
in the mirror still or is it now too dark,
too covered in shadow of regrets?