Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Truth

The truth cannot set me free.
The truth only keeps me remembering what I long to forget.
It keeps my tears flowing like the cuts still fresh on my heart
and the scars remaining in my happiest memories.
I cannot change my past.
But you could have.

1 comment:

  1. This is sad. I miss you. Can we have a writing day soon?

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