Saturday, March 20, 2010

The time will come

Write your name in the starts...
I'll try to reach the sky, and when time will stop and stay still then my tears will fill the scarlet river in my heart.

Time has come and go, and yet the moment my world collapsed has vanished and with it the sweet melody of your voice.

I remember the gray sky and the chipped paint; I run my fingers through it like a mad woman, and there in the middle of the multicolor flakes your smile has formed, and just like the bit of life in your eyes, the soft powder of memories collapsed on the floor.

I have thrown myself on the ground tearing my flesh bit by bit
Flowing trough memories of steady love, but a blank stare gives me the answer
And the memories cease.

Now I walk alone, like in the beginning, the chilled wind meets my bitterness and with it the fear, the same fear we felt when you left.
The paths that crossed our worlds has vanished, but I will wait for time will pass and I will wait for the time I will write my name next to yours.

by S.a.m.

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