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Writing the letter,

  I can see the love that I lost,

    hidden in the ivory embers,

of the worlds we burned.



Turning the pages,

  I laugh at all the stories now gone,

    lighting up a Salem at midnight,

for the ghosts that returned.



and of our kisses in the rain-

    they were so good in the moment,

  filling up my heart,

    swearing that, for sure, I know,

  I overflow,

and then all I can feel is pain.



Oh how I curse the me who hopes,

  who kisses back,

cause long ago I learned,

when its all over,

  the only thing your left with is a past.

One day I'll wake,

  forget the you I love,

and forever hold that inside me.



there are more tomorrows than todays



Feeding the furnace,

  i dream about a memory lane,

    confined inside our torn up pictures,

of the beautiful earth.



Stroking the peices,

  im numb for all we gave away,

    time is our apathetic blessing,

that soon turned into our curse.



and of all the words we had to say-

  they were so good in the moment,

filling up my soul,

  for sure i know,

and then all I can feel is pain.



I forgot who you were, yesterday,

  you meant so much,

except all I can feel is hate.

oh how I wish you would hug me,

but its too late.

I  know I wont hold this feeling much longer,

its gone away...



For the rest of my life,

  ill remember a story

    of what I think is true.

I'll forget you,

  and this delicate moment,

    the moon in a flashing frame.



this is pure bliss,

  all the strength in a moment.

    then you forget,

  and the rest are forever pain-

is it really worth it?



there are more tomorrows than todays



folding the letter,

  I can see the love that I lost,

    hidden in the ivory embers,

of our universe...