Present Past

August 3, 2010
By Anonymous

There were nights when all I could do was sit there, and watch my life drift away. There were nights I couldn’t stand up, just because I was afraid of falling down. The smiles that once plagued my life seem too distant to grasp. The present becomes the past, quicker then the heart can manage. We are tortured with memories and hollow promises. There were times when tears showed courage, and now as the days roll on, tears show weakness. We’re scared to try and put our life on the line, to show how far our love may reach. But as we did not long ago, we retreat into old memories, or the present that past.

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