I feel my heart breaking all over again. I had a sweet dream last night about someone else. First time ever. And I don't feel guilty. I feel weird. But I thought I could edit these poems. Tidy them up, attach some notes. I have the memories of them all perfectly preserved. And even though the Tony I know is dead, lost forever My heart shattered again. Fresh, as if he had just said the things that inspired the poems. As if he had just told me his last lie. As if..... I suddenly can't remember how good he used to be and it's a shadow in my mind. a warm shadow that I'm chasing.
kazuka78 · Thu Oct 27, 2011 @ 02:49am · 0 Comments |