Times of fools and passions fall
In pace behind a kiss
As tear and time stroll by
I saw these dreams only made me lie
Standing by a tip of pen
Less than a memory. . .
Now I'm less than a broken word
We lay prone to each other
And supine to the world
Oh. . . to taste the tears
upon your skin
Balancing on the edge of my mind
Less than a memory. . .
Can the mind forever remember
While the heart fades and forgets
Losing within the faceted faces
Life in lives and the blood of words
Here at the ends of means
Less than a memory.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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