Tuesday, November 4, 2008

And You're Gone

Music sways my mind
Here staring at your picture
Still wanting to touch
Your lips with mine
But how to ease my heart
for the fury to burst
I see in myself as wasted
For my love had gone
echo of your lies
just like wind that touched
my skin into summer heat
and back to reality
to consider the roses
once I adored
now like a pieces of trash
that play with the waters
in the vast space of landfills
and after the years
will turn into dust.

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