At night I remember so much
The chilling breeze
The awkwardness
I could almost taste your words
Wish it never left as I did
Not like tonight
Not like before
No never, it couldn't be helped
Yet here I am standing alone
Daunting the past
Regretting you
The only thing I've done right - gone
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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