honesttoblog Posted April 17, 2011 Share Posted April 17, 2011 The last night * The time before us ends This place before we cease * That moment before it dies. Feelings that wish to fade, Best forgotten in the midst of night. Memories half there but made, Lingering on to a broken, beaten heart. Typing that waxes and wanes, Hesitant to bring upon this close. Pleasing with opportunities, Yet willing to state by no's. * Till we reach a stalemate, That ever consuming abyss. Then minutes counted before the hit, My closure of a click. A flame flickers then burns out, An eye lid finally shuts, And the long awaited silence falls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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