Sunday, February 5, 2012

I Miss You

You're a figment of my past
Recreated quite half-hazardly
Distorted reflections, they've been cast
To refresh old reality

There are times, through the haze
The ripple on the surface stops
Sadly, after I appraise
You're an empty, worthless box

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