lost love...
Lost love is still love.
It takes a different form, that’s all.
You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair,
Or move them around a dance floor.
But when those senses weaken,
another heightens.
Memory..
Memory becomes your partner.
You nurture it.
You hold it.
You dance with it..
posted by ~*tembikai*~ | Wednesday, August 03, 2005
3 Comments:
no matter how much you try to deny/defy it, it's there. a beautiful scar that won't go. memory indeed becomes all that's left...
are you sure we have not met before? :)
(^_^)V
im just another stranger...
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