vineri, 26 august 2011

Indecipherable


I don’t have a past, only an everlasting present.

I don’t dream, I unconsciously reveal at night what I repress during day.

I don’t love you, I just still love what I loved about you.

You pretend you don’t see me. No worries, you probably never did.

But how could you not see yourself as you walked in?


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