Looking over my shoulder
upon the tattered, broken path...
The askew pieces fit together
cemented from distortion.
Each teardrop embedded in a journal,
a month's worth of smiles and joy...
A path left behind
leading to something so new.
Something indescribable with our vocabulary.
A book...
Secrets shared....
Memories worth burning
kept openly hidden in the pages.
Scattered thoughts...
Visions of angst grinning up at me,
eyes twinkling with an explosion
of gleeful desire.
Without chapter 1....
There would be no chapter now.
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Written June 10th, 2005
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interesting. good thought however. good piece of writing
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"memories worth burning", that's a cool line.
Dig it.
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