Our LoveLoves memory has traced our outline in this place.But will the spider remember, or the sun?Did the water capture our faces in permanence?Does the wind create us anew as it blows?Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?Our secret been revealed.Yet I have told no other.I write these words in silence, in mute testimonyTo what once was.But our image remains alive in this place.It can not be removed.You, me,We then,Were here.We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.We were not liars,But thieves of time.For now time has now forgotten us,Yet our memory lingers, and love remembersThis place that was ours.Falling AwayI am bored with loveand it's passionless limbsthat drape over my bedin a lethargic state of impotencewhile wearing the same red heartmy soul picked up hitchhikingoff highway serendipityNow here we arealone in togethernesstrying to build dreamswith two by fours and glue,but even a homewon't tie us togetherwhen our hearts live alonePoetic vows clichedinto nothingnesslike all words do, eventuallyand we allowedour bodies to becomeanother pair of hollow shadowsthat make love to a wallinstead of each otherand we wonder whythe roses are dying
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