Shelly's Poetry for Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Egress

I stand on the mountain top and I scream your name... all that comes back is an echo of your memory. I sit on my laurels and proclaim in haste: “ I’m free!” But it’s an illusion of pleasant memories that reside with in me for I am not in love with you, but in love with what used to be. And I could... Sign in to see full entry.

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