Some times we sail the lakes of life surrounded by people we care for,
But sometimes the lakes have turned to oceans as distances are guaranteed and friendships lack all but care,
I lay down on the deck of my vessel to stair at the starry night, to dream about what use to be before I'd taken flight,
Her picture projected only in my memories as all others have been erased from site,
I live today in my own void, empty inside as passion has all but vanished, yet another day of torture without her I am left damaged..
Originally Posted On Site: 2011-11-09 16:02:04
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