Saturday, 22 October 2011

Reverse

Pop songs about love achieve eloquence that cannot convey.
Events forever tarnished by memory and proximity.
Looking back, not forward. It is helpless but ruined.
Gone forever through words not meant
Reminded by lies. Last words spoken?


Told to move, but somehow unable.
Even though brighter horizons remain.
Drawn to the dark and pain forever.
Seems easier on the outside, harder on the inside.
Pleasure equals pain. Pain equals pleasure?

Time is foolish. Moved so fast then, seems slow now.
Desperate for something. Better than nothing.
Touch is underrated. So frightening.
One second changes everything.
And yet nothing does. Lamentably?

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