Ruins

Old notes, old wounds…
Written on the wall for all to see
Bled fresh every time you re-collect it

Déjà vu in a stranger’s eyes
A temple of your psyche
Built up, to only burn down

I’ll remember what you forget.

New memories, new scars…
Etched into your heart where it won’t be seen
Welling up in purposeful deflection

Calm remorse in a lover’s eyes
An urn of your longing
Locked up, ready to spill out

You’ll always give what you hope to get.




4:14 am on 7-2-08