Tuesday, April 17, 2012

After the end

After the end
When the only image left
Is the idea of your scent;
And of what it reeks
Is your face in distress
When you claimed you were weak.
While details fade away
The agony is permanent
If only it were the other way
Flashbacks would not burden.

After the end
When the only new beginning
Is a heart that is broken;
And what to look forward to
Is the vision of a next life
When it will not kill me to love you.
While there are plenty of fish in the sea
The belief I found the One daunts me
 If I were to have one last plea
Flashbacks, for my sake, stop haunting me.