SECOND MINUTE (un)LOVED
"And I'm tired of feeling all alone and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home..." (Secondhand Serenade - Your Call) She looks behind and sees all wasted chances and choices and fears left alone. She looks to a past trashed in tears and some stupid wants. She looks to a time impossible to change and to clean. She looks to the lost moments and losses. Behind seems everything. Lost moments of shared breath. Lost unteared tears. Lost impossible feelings. Lost goodbye kisses. Lost last night missings. And the sun that was there shining to clear the life is not crossing the sky anymore. The last rays of a missing land where she was never aloud to land on. And she just looks behind and sees... Destroyed spaces. Destroyed spaceships. Destroyed unborn relationships. Destroyed heartflowers. Decimated visions of futures. She looks behind and sees all lost marriage dreams, engagement rings, the voice that low sings. The goosebumps and chills, the sobs, the shining stares, the missing gazes. Where were they? Lost in seas...Now... Too far away...
posted by Yna @ 3:58 PM
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