7/16/03
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| The Photograph 7/16/03 |
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| I wish I could hold the photograph, see your face stairing up at me. I wish I could burn the photograph, melt the memories away. These thoughts that consume my mind... No body said this was easy, but no body told me it would be this hard. I need to find you, I need to find the words to tell you I need you. You haunt my mind and doom me to a lifetime of wonder. I'm stairing up at the stars, the stars, the stars. It was under this same sky, always the same sky, always different thoughts. I stair at the photograph. You stair back. Your smile. Your clueless smile that haunts me every night. The memories that lay deep within this photograph. Memories that date back far into summer. Where was any of it leading? No direction, yet always in motion. I remember every day, every word, every memory. All of it locked away in a simple photograph. Where did any of it take me? These memories, these useless memories. They melt through my hands and disappear, the remains burned into my skin. All these memories do are bring me pain. I let the photograph slip away. Just as the sun must keep on seeking the west, everything you love will always be leaving. | ||||||
| At This Moment My Mind Escapes Me Home |
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