i'm taking sad glimpses
on those memories we once had.
nothing...
but hollowed traces
of bitterness, laid
upon my heart;
a symphony of sadness
like tattered pieces
of broken glass
that am trying
to hold
with these bleeding and wounded hands.
life now, is like
a song
without a melody;
a movie,
without a story.
wish you are here … still.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
without you
Posted by Verso para Libertad at 3:03 PM
Labels: poems (love and friendship)
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