Words unsaid in a distant past,
Is it too late now, would it matter,
Things undone in memory,
Like a book with missing pages.
All I have is this here and now,
No rhyme no rhythm no reason,
Like a song I wrote on a wall somewhere,
Faded in the sands of time.
Maybe I'll wake tomorrow,
And I will see something new,
Maybe this chapter will be complete,
The words, they belong to you.
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3 comments:
I reaaallly like the last quatrain ! : )
thanks Chaya :)
you commenting always makes me happy :)
By the way... commenting on your blog still weirdly doesn't work...
Hahah welcome :]
I'm not sure what's wrong with it so :\
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