trickle
Date: Jan 17th, 2009 10:05:45 pm - Subscribe
Mood: unsettled
time is running out,
like sand slipping
between my fingers.
soon, the trickle will stop,
my hands will be empty,
it will end.
what used to be
is now no more,
what were actions
are only memories.
memories of the past,
haunting a soul.
relive times long ago,
relive the joy,
joy that is now pain.
in worlds apart,
so near yet so far,
i think of you.
think of times together,
things long gone.
im past pretending
that things are okay.
the tears start,
trickling down my face
like the sands of time
that ended it all.
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