Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Photographs

moments in time forgotten rapidly
As if the memory itself wasn't enough...
Always fighting for me,
Always trying to stop
The sand of time can no longer pour.
The ground is wet now darling
My face has been erased.
And you cling desperately to what is left.
Papers can't bring me back
Tears can't summon my return,
And all that's left of me
Is another picture to burn.

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