memories

i sit alone on the upper floor
the sun streaming in from the balcony door
the dust dancing in the shafts of light
i watch them, mezmorised, until they fade with the night
the world sleeps, but i stay awake
staring out to the black opaque
the night crashes down on me
flooding me with memories
some good, some bad
the best ive ever had
but memories are in the past
reminders of the things that didnt last



Poetry by andrea
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 05:10

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Love Knight
Nice work. It reminds me of my past, although every memory is bad and worst in my life. I love this.
2006-06-24