Nov 10, 2003 22:41
I held you once
You slipped away
I can't say goodbye
To yesterday
A four-sided cube
A plush bedside
A book full of tear-drenched pages
And a black pen's scribbled verses
Erase this mental state
Wipe away all of my remembrances
I don't want the memories
The ones that stick and seep
That drench my heart and cover my being
And haunt me
awake
or
asleep
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To bed I said...