Joy Fox

“I miss the thoughts of you now...For in my head they over ran.But now, on unpretentious grounds...There's a grave with unearthed sand.You brought the color to my world,When I was content living in gray.But, now those colors are too bright,They tarnish all that they portray.I miss the thought of you, more than you...Because my thoughts left you unblemished.And I held on to them; with tenacious grip...But, like your honor, they diminished.For while my heart was sentient...You drug my name through the mire...And now when thoughts of you arise...They're just cinder in the fire.I miss the thoughts of you now...For in my head, you were amended...But, now in your place, Is a nameless face...Of a man who has descended.”