Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Square One

Retracing footsteps,
Going back to the start,
Taking down these walls,
Burning these bridges,
Searching for my old heart.

Excruciating pain,
Will not take me away
No, I will not stop
Running back to the past,
Coming back to that day.

Reliving each moment,
Remembering how She was,
How She thought, how She felt
How She have always been,
Before She irrevocably turns to dust.

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