Wednesday, May 14, 2008

To A Lost Friend

The day we share and cherish has long forgotten,

the day our thoughts could be communicate has gone,

whose at fault is a taboo,

no matter how hard one try to mend the broken glass,

it will never look the same as before,

what remains is the depth of scare,

being hurt yet unspeakable,

what's worse is the glass is being broke again,

to the state is beyond repair,

like words could not penetrate the mind,

if fate do allow,

our path may cross again,

but we may no longer recognize each other,

like strangers crossing the street.

~ended keying process at 01:58~