I’ve started slowly to forget
The way you truly are, my dear —
You’ve stopped appearing in my dreams
Week after week, you disappear.
And time has started blurring now
Your every feature, every trace,
The shape of lips, the shade of eyes,
The way you frown or move your face.
I sometimes doubt within my heart:
Were you even real from the start?
It’s such a shame I now forget
The way you truly are, my dear —
You’ve stopped appearing in my dreams
Week after week, you disappear.
I dip my brush in heavy fog,
In watercolor, shadows blend,
I sometimes doubt within my heart:
Were you real, or just pretend?
I sometimes doubt within my heart:
Were you even real from the start?
The Way You Truly Are
© Copyright: Артур Марьясов, 2026
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