Enclose me in an envelope
Of the memory of that day
And leave me there

A blurry picture
It is now
But the feelings
Are still burning
In our hearts

As the ash falls
Covering everything in a grey harmful snow
No matter how many times
Smoke goes in your eyes
It still hurts
Just like your first of many broken hearts.

07/16/2007

Posted on 07/16/2007
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