Oh, how I could have slept forever that day though there was nothing to dream of, it was already here; laying silent in melody and connection.
And though my eyes were closed there was nothing I couldn’t see when I faced over my shoulder. There, there it stood, a testament to all that could have been, glistening brightly in that dimly lit room, like Venus in Apollo’s wake.
But oh how tragically so it was never to be, confined to one night of horror.
And of all those heart felt conversations I had with myself, this one meant the most. Of all the unsung heroes that disappeared into the night, this one deserved the toast.
So raise your glasses and drink to these forgotten soldiers, with unknown names. Cheer hearty with those who stand by you always, who let you play these games
A contest entry
- How I remember you, how you remember me... by Lagrimas.
330 points, ended May 6, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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very good
like your heartfelt conversations with yourself
keep talking it trough with yourself
I trust in the end you will reach a satisfying conclusion
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Good start
I like the way this sounds so far but could you include something about how you think they remember you?
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