Tears, idle tears.
Long has the moment passed
But linger does the pain -
Cold, stinging and metallic.
I now live and die in every breath.
Your portrait with my heart's dye
Lies unfinished. Memories haunt me
Seeking sense of your absence.
Tired of the meaning, my words seek silence...
Friday, August 20, 2010
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