Monday, August 10, 2009

Thank God for eye cream my dark circles will be murder

the past can never be undone
Some relish in that fact
they are preserved somewhere in time
Forever young
While the rest of us
wake up
With hurt that remains as a reminder of what could have been
Taking months to lessen
But we never forget it
Making us bitter enough to let our last experience ruin a new one
It should never be like that
But the memories so cringe worthy
Do not become forget me nots like the sweet nothings whispered on the wind of deceit
Because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Making her a shell of who she used to be the anger becomes her
And she inturn loves the anger
Like she loved him
Because love and hate are never far apart

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