I wander through the hallways
Straightening pictures that I took
Smiling at the memories
And every place we stood
I’ll leave them hanging
As I pack every single box
There on the same wall
With the same ticking clock
I will leave the story written
For others to erase
Because I don’t have the heart
To pack away yesterday’s face
HASTYWORDS 
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Very interesting! I like the metaphoric image…:)
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Love you.
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Reblogged this on Sean Bidd and commented:
Yesterday; what poems bring.
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awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
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