slowly it creeps, it blots, like emulsions on a photograph,
fading out the images of a better past, a sweeter memory.
Till it reaches a point where it doesn't matter anymore, nothing remains.
What do you look like? I can't see much, just a faded image of what once was.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
The Ending of The Beginning
There you are, in a flowing white dress, looking as mesmerizing as I first saw you.
As I sat nearby, this feeling of melancholy crept up my spine, 'Is this it?' I ask myself.
21 years of your life, 21 of mine, here we are, at the beginning of our lives, but why does it feel like the end?
Long have I waited till this day, where I can finally say goodbye, but when I saw that smile on your face,
How could I? When all you've wanted was happiness.
After all that's past, there's nothing much left to say, happy birthday Alice. May you find happiness and keep it throughout your life.
As I sat nearby, this feeling of melancholy crept up my spine, 'Is this it?' I ask myself.
21 years of your life, 21 of mine, here we are, at the beginning of our lives, but why does it feel like the end?
Long have I waited till this day, where I can finally say goodbye, but when I saw that smile on your face,
How could I? When all you've wanted was happiness.
After all that's past, there's nothing much left to say, happy birthday Alice. May you find happiness and keep it throughout your life.
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