Saturday 24 November 2012

Letters to sacred


I traveled around the childhood with you,
I smiled, laughed, cried and hated with you,
I changed everything to be like,
And everything was good – or wasn't?
I don't know why, I don't know how,
But everyting has changed. Still I want
the old movie nights, the old story nights,
I miss you and I miss everything and I bet
That you haven't seen the changes,
Exactly like you won't even see my death.

M.

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