you're way out of bound and
I can't seem to put away,
stash away these memories that
are rooted deeply in my mind.
This smell, the walls, the bed, the chairs, the phone
they all feel so alone, as though
all my memories vaporize their very existence and
leave me in an empty room
whose walls echo your name.
I wish that soon I'll wake up, open my
eyes and have you in my arms, breath mildly tickling
my skin, like God was mocking me to make
up for all the good, for after all
there's a little thing called karma.
In every blink of an eye, my heart proves that we
won't lose against the world, for its weight
does not account for what we are
and always will be.
Image from: http://demonflame.deviantart.com/art/Two-Against-the-World-127404771
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