Emily Rae Robles

the paradoxymoron

I Remember

my memory used to be in black and white
before the sky regretted the intensity of the sun.
the good healed the bad,
imagination inspired like streetlights
and life seemed so simple.
snow spun like a tiny madman
i cried the day you carried my heartbeat away,
while the waves of pretend made the world something different.
today is a band-aid on my heart of yesterday.
my eyes can’t wait to dream the small experiences of tomorrow.
sleep can’t wait to forget what i love.


February 5, 2011 - Posted by | poetry, writings | , ,

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