Monday, 31 October 2011

Whilst The Iron's Hot

I left you this
You left with that
I always hoped a wish
Would never fall so flat
I never imagined darkness spiralling from the sky
I never ceased to pretend I didn't know how it felt to die
So now so many years have vanished
And we have both moved on
How is it that I have never managed
To turn those memories off?

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