Tuesday, September 14, 2010

SWEET MEMORIES

My world is like a river..
As dark as it is deep.
Night after night the past slip.
In and gathers all my sleep.

My days, are just an endless stream..
Of emptiness to me..
Filled on..ly by.. the fleeting,
moment, of his me..mo..ry...

sweet… memories…, sweet… memories…

he slipped into the silence.
Of my dream last night.
Wondering, from room to room.
He’s turning on each light.

His laughter spills like water.
From the river to the sea.
And I’m sweep away from sadness.
Clinging to his memory.

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