Thursday, July 07, 2011

Shame On Me.

The laughters and the memories
Were made, sealed, protected.

But what of the laughter?
It will fade in to nothingness
Forever in the voice of the wind.
And what of the memories?
They will be nothing but 
Whispers of times that passed 
Frolicking in the sun
Holding hands down the busy street
Making love in the afternoon
The endless warm balmy nights

I have no regrets
Oh no I don't.

But shame on me
For holding you so lovingly.
And shame on me for kissing you
With my eyes shut so tight. 

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