Friday, August 5, 2011

Never understood

on a old wooden frame
sits a dusty photograph
with a scent of
the gift that you left me back
somewhere a wooden elephant
sits on a table
forgotten and somewhere
a key hangs to the
feelings, memories
of a days spent together
and somewhere
the days still haunts a
shattered soul
and somewhere
the clouds of happiness
are dancing up
as those memories are forgotten
never cared for,
never understood

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