Wednesday, November 25, 2015

White Surrender



If I could erase that moment of remembrance
and be back to where I was once.
Away from your wrecking touch,
which I so much disgracefully longed for.

I lost havoc to your first words,
Critically dissecting every utterance,
thinking someday there will be a chance,
to what could have been before this.
Yet, all is gone. Oh, all WAS gone.



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