Images frozen in time
Memories hidden from sight
Words without reason or rhyme
Days when we longed for the night
Choices we cannot remake
Betrayal from hurt and from pride
Cruelty for its own sake
Burying truth deep inside
If we may someday recall
Beginnings, the middle, the end
The cost may be greater, or small
Just the loss of a promising friend
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Love it, Sis.
Thank you!! xxx
I like this very much!
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂