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By Ali Date: 2004 May 21 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.21.17.44.12801]] |
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Old memories Are cobwebs Of the Soul-- A spine-kissed feeling Almost impossible to shake. I know countless songs about ghosts, Faces that surface From the depths of a dream-- And when it's all too real, I just can't look at you. Hearts don't forget-- People do. Willing victims To the war of words, costumed In honor in an effort To hide the fear. I know your faith Is shaken, deeper than I even go, And my soul is the cause of such chaos-- But too much has become memory now. I know this is no longer my fight, And there is more than my heart Seething as a casualty, but I Can't help but feel Soft memories now laced with sorrow-- Old memories that shiver, cobwebs, Like unreletenting whispers Surrounding my soul. |