Held It, Its In My Hands. Poem by Dislocated Heart
Held It, Its In My Hands.
I looked at it..
I couldnt bare it..
I held it,
Staring at it..
my reflection,
looking bak at me..
what is one thing going through my mind?
Blank, nothing but just for it to end.
Sweet memories,
little moments that keep me alive,
flashes before my eyes..
Set it down,
sat on the couch,
and thought bout you,
for the rest of the night...
Monday, December 1, 2008
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5/4/2024 2:04:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
blank? what to end?