Mar 2018
I'm just a page of lingering
smiles, static in the eyes
of those that gaze
upon my memory.
Collections of stories of what made
me, me. We are only paragraphs
or just words in the history
of tomorrows thoughts.
Create what makes us a reflection of
what was, and now has been seen.
We create our future in our living moments.
smiles, static in the eyes
of those that gaze
upon my memory.
Collections of stories of what made
me, me. We are only paragraphs
or just words in the history
of tomorrows thoughts.
Create what makes us a reflection of
what was, and now has been seen.
We create our future in our living moments.
We are when we past are just paragraphs of reflection. We must let those sounds that echo be heard after where gone.
(On Oblivions Doorstep)
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