Woes of a Qualm

June 7, 2010
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Words that bite the bullet,
Bitter feelings carry on the night.
Sunrise glow on the walls, of cliché memories.
Whispers numb like novocain and,
Cries are silenced buy the sounds of no more.
We were laughter.

The past, so haunting, so desperate.
Relief or nostalgia?
Miles of emotions lead me back,
Denying gravity, I step towards a future.
Waves of unsaid regrets, crash against my heart.
We were passion.

Empty dreams with false hope.
Expectations become needs.
Petals fall off an unsuspecting stem.
Voices are lost, books are closed.
Sadness trapped in an unpenetrable wall.
We had it all.
We had it all.

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