Sunday, November 22, 2009

Vindicated


photo ©2009 ronald leong


Anything beyond yesterday
I leave behind
For my tomorrows can't start without me

You are my yesterday
Waiting by the horizon

Tracing my steps, taking me back
Does your hand remember mine?

Why is it we lie in a standstill even when we know it's over?

Maybe time will cease to tick and this moment will linger longer

My crooked yesterday
Stop staring at me, stop pulling me back

I thought you didn't want me anymore?

My crooked yesterday
Let's have a toast in the name of memories
Lingering at the bitter vermouth
Dripping dry off the flute~

9:18pm
8/11/09

0 comments:

Vermouth & Viola

The bitter lining the strings.

Yesterday and tomorrow are nothing but what makes today matters.

Don't justify. I'm way past that.

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Too late to die young

Too late to die young
you throw a coin, into the sea, and shout out “please come back to me”

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