Monday, August 18, 2014

We get so few





I met a moment
She touched my world
I let her go
She stole the cold of my soul
But I let her go

I made a memory
As Water molds the stone
I let her go
Never felt at home
When She let me go

I missed my mark
An arrow crests the wall
I found her here
A drop spark on fire falls
I let her go


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