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Lately nothing makes sense
So inaccurately late
Minutes are hours and days
are just seconds...
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Posted on 16 January, 2012, 11:08 pm by 114370457
Category: Lost Love
He looks up, he looks down
One more time this is twice
For the thousandth time
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Posted on 16 January, 2012, 11:07 pm by 114370457
Category: I Love You
I remember when i used to write about feelings that are clumsy to memory and vanishing like these sunny afternoons. Everything used to be so out of line and just so right, every thought could be taken into a photograph to never be forgotten. Every idea was just so breath taking and even though there was a lot of introspection, there was never much thought put into any special circumstance. Every occasion was the same big opportunity to show who we could be, but never who we actually were. The mirrors kept fooling us, saying that we could do anything. We did anything and we had the judgment fall upon us. Those mirrors, I could see the moment that they captured as if the world was on my hands. The world would be nothing without us holding it, there is a movement that make this entropy so endlessly fighting for. We used to put ourselves into every thought, now every thought that is put to us is lost in so many diligences. We all keep running but now it’s always forward, not like the old times when we could spin around and try going back and forth. Time is this state in which the law of life is enforced. We grew up but I still have clumsy feelings. I still want to lose my time dreaming of love and untold stories.- Read full poem | 0 comments
Posted on 16 January, 2012, 11:01 pm by 114370457
Category: Miscellaneous
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