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Where shall we carry these burns and scars my love
when all that is wanted of us is to linger upon our past?

He misses her and cries to the music of her laughter
vividly ricocheted from his memories
and she sways among the oceans of nostalgia
like a torn curtain amidst merciless winds
unseen to him.
He thinks she is alive
and she thinks he died when he strangled himself
with his lies.

I have been buried too many times my love
and each time brings me closer to my God.

I think we knew what stood between our beliefs
and the deeds we committed to avoid them.

She thinks she dreams of gardens and fountains
yet all that she chases is a broken home
and the light that illuminate its walls.

Yes, we shall both pray for each other’s fate.

Undo me my Lord
and the bloodied rain that falls upon me.
where are my sins
and where are my tears?
I do not seem to remember.
All I remember is You
and the agony you make me go through each day.

Undo me.

01-Sept-2007