by Lyss Mar 4, 2010
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
The words meant to be spoken are as elusive as the memories we try to covent and hold onto so dearly. with every moment that passes a little more fades into nothingness though these times are those which we wish to capture and hold forever as our eternal prisoners. the seconds filled with silence are nothing more than a disease that plagues all and the words that which are spoken have no meaning, and the silence holds more truth. |