Wednesday, 20 January 2010

waiting for amnesia

I'll look back, and the hurthaze will have cleared.

I'll see the eyes I loved to drown in
(I won't remember the shutters you put up)
The way your smile sounded
(before you stopped calling)
And the peace that radiated from your soul
(until your missing backbone became obvious)

But not this day.
(not yet)

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