Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Surface

Time seems to stop for awhile
Perhaps to catch it's breath
It doesn't hold the same purpose anymore

You walked without even glancing
back, over your shoulder
You fled from future remorse

I want to reach for the air
molecules of oxygen and sorrow
Scream out loud; "I surrender!"

It's colder without your words,
trembling, quaking the wrongs
Vision seems now obscure

like tears falling on the surface,
making the world ring

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