Tuesday, 24 July 2007
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Memories ,distant the past may appear, yet with but a few words it manages to bring images to the present once more to a mind and heart that buried them with silence, truly weak is the heart that remembers......
Why does a trail walked away from a path blocked still hurts when emotions erupt. Why cant a fall from grace from one unworthy still tremble at the look of a face.
Beautiful and special still to behold a moth to her flame I still am drawn, a face that will not give pity and look away, For blinded by the dawn I look at you , scolding and scorching to my eyes yet still so difficult to look the other way and tearing to my soul but still I walk away
When a hello burns a soul to ashes, and blood trickles from a heart filled with gashes, that salves and time can cover, but all healing never seem to last, why does suspicion appear when in her presence when I wonder, yet inside me still beats the will of honor, and never would I sully the friendship and this burden I will shoulder.
To hold within me the secret of the memory, the one of a dream that will never be, and it was only part of a conquest of a person that never really wished it a reality. Forgotten now as a blotch in history, I still remember ,my reality now to become a stranger to one whose name I wrote in my heart forever..
Memories in my mind, fade I beg for you like a friendship lost belong to a different place and time. Torment me no more, I seek a place in the shade, and hopefully there I will be forgotten .The sunshine has no path for one who had fallen , voices go whisper to those that can find hope not one this downtrodden , for I know that the best thing in life is sometimes to have memories forgotten.[/COLOR]
Matt Shadowsong posted @ 16:09 -
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