Sunday, December 9, 2007

Amidst the ruins
Underneath the debris
He found a letter
In a pink case
It was about all their joy
Happiness and smiles
Their heart and mind
And the other things
That were lost in time
Tears streamed down his face as he read it
It seems so unnecessary, the letter said
To try to be high all the time
When everytime
It comes crashing down
And you don’t know why
How easily we forget to forgive
And how delightfully we love to deceive
What brilliant liars we all turn out to be
Is there no way out?
The letter went on,
Why can’t we live without
The constant fight within
They found a way out, he thought
Burned it all down
Amidst the ruins
Underneath the debris
He found their dreams
Realizing
Nothing is what it always seems.

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