Memories like voices cry, spilling under the apathy.
Forgotten spells open doors.
It's smell like peace in here and I wish I were clean.
I can't sleep anymore.
Not with your voice ringing in my crooked ears.
Why don't you hear me answer back when I'm standing right next to you?
Poetry » General Rated: K, English, Angst, Words: 58, Published: 7/7/2003