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Running Lines

I'm not here to impress. I write to clear my mind and as such, my train of thoughts might be either brilliant or junk.
@ 14.6.10


this is an old piece of writing dated in early-2009;

it will soon turn to be a year since we last shared a genuine smile.

sitting here right now, under the shower head, my thoughts are a little louder,

they seem to become alive .

i realised that i had truly loved you.

maybe we could have lasted

and perhaps, the lack of patience and reasoning had been the cause of it.

maybe i love you less now than i had loved you then

Maybe i don't even love you anymore

but i can't deny that i miss the thought of us

i miss the nights we walked in silence

the times you held my hand

maybe it's because you are my first

or perhaps i'm just weak in my pursuit to forget you

maybe i don't want to forget something that to me, was wonderful

people may come and go but the memories are what's left behind

i realised that i had truly loved you back then.

this realisation echo off the droplets, eventually seep into my skin

and then down the drain.


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