Monday, November 02, 2009

we were sparkling.

There used to be a tree where we took our pretty things. We'd hook them by a thread, golden egg lipstick and feathers, pieces of glass, chandelier baubles, and empty bottles of wine and watch the light shine through.


I'm afraid to forget you.

4 comments:

Magdalena said...

The feeling sucks.

Because eventually, somethings will be forgotten,no matter how hard you try.
After sometime,you'll want to forget, but you won't be able to.

It'll be a mixture of forgotten,unforgotten memories.

Dreaminglass said...

Never forget.

Dreaminglass said...

Remember, instead...when I played, and you sang.

Anonymous said...

You cant forget, its there always and always. It can be replaced but NEVER forgotten.