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Burnt Valentines and smoky memories
reminders of my incurable disease.
Crushed hopes and shattered dreams
enough to make any fool scream.
Writing lines with darker shades
seeing the future come and fade.
Same as before depression wins
sitting here carving words with a grin.

One more highway to explore.
One more chance to leave by the back door.
Contemplating another move into oblivion
hand to eyes to block the sun.
Fast train to no where’s final run
waving at the faces unconcerned
as burnt valentines and smoky memories
get the best of me.

5-4-06

burnt, broken hearts in an all too clear foggy past.

love lots

iblieve wrote:as burnt valentines and smoky memories
get the best of me.

There's something haunting about the ending for me, a breakdown of some kind of swinging lull with the harsh and vivid reality of how pained a person can by by their very own actions--like when we, out of healthy necessity, burn the tokens of love we know wasn't love anymore (if it ever even had been).

Burnt Valentines and smoky memories

Says it all really...

Thanks everyone and yes mousey it summs it up doesn't it. "C"