Jul 29, 2007

not too long ago
my dreams spread wings
sat upon the seat of a heart’s throne
that was long before the plane crash
reminding my soul good times never last
I remember the storm of sadness that flew into
every moment my soul was granted its breath

if I should remember vivid memories of the past
gather the scent of pure ecstasy that engulfed us
I can’t wipe away sad tears of lost affection—

and now
that hollowness which drowned my heart
left my memory with broken wings

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