June 9, 2004

• 2:30 a.m.

  by: Jen

  Remember when you held my hand?
  You promised me the stars and the sky.
  But instead of stars, all I have are scars,
  Since we said good-bye.

  I recall that your eyes are brown,
  But your stare I can’t remember.
  Your stares and your touch slowly faded away,
  Just like a dying ember.

  I know you say you love me,
  Please know, I love you, too,
  But the distance between us is tearing me apart,
  And there’s nothing we can do.

  I’m living each day one day at a time,
  There’s nothing else I can do.
  I dream of remembering the little things,
  Those dreams will get me through.

  –Goodnight, if my insomnia will let me sleep….

  • 3:36 am
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