Monday, July 22, 2013

M e m o r y

To be alone in a room that is empty. 
To be loved in a home that is full. 

To be alone in a heart that is lonesome 
To live on as a memory of what?

Wind blow through me... 
Just like the everlasting light of two soul mates.
Trapped within the innocence of a book.    
Can't find our way back now.
Can't believe myself 
And the one life I valued most of all...

Gone away... 

In spite of everything
Still the earth above.  

To be alone in a room that is empty. 
To be loved in a home that is full. 

To be alone in a heart that is lonesome 
To live on as a memory of what?

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