Wistful remembrance
of things that once were
Soul trembles…
cloaked in sorrow’s fur
The greatness
of what could have been
Perhaps will never be…
forever cemented
My heart is where
I shall find thee
Laughter to hide behind,
leaving the pieces unseen
Smiles…to catch the tears
of a wistful dream…
Friday, September 3, 2010
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