Thursday, April 16, 2009

Reciprocate Reality...

Within the woods and heights, where we lost the white dress,
The gorge swallowed the line, and left the rest,
We ran across slippery rock, and climbed over moss,
Where sticks are swept, and solar orbs are lost,
I remember the smells, dry grass and wattles,
Like a message scribbled, lets put our memories in bottles,
Cork the top and we'll save them, for years to come,
Where I can sit with you, and drink them up,
I miss our laughs and living carefree,
I miss you like you miss me.

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