Monday, March 7, 2011

Yesterdays

This end marks a beginning.
Memories of the past.
Still flashing.
Four years.
Became a moment.
Sit still.
And reminisce.
Pleasure.Pain.
Smirks.Drenched eyes.
Concerns.Coldness.
Senseless.Sensible.
Silence.Rage.
Pity.Fear.

All this, is a moment.
With you, forever.

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