Freitag, 29. November 2013

Good riddance

What can I say, my friend: Good memories…
They always fade too fast
Not like their bigger brothers and sisters
The bad ones are usually made to last
At least a little longer
But good memories
Like good people
Are rare and fleeting
Try to hold on to what was so nice to grasp
Be it Barcelona in summer
Or Berlin in fall
All eyes upon were cast
The first day after
You dwell in this with vivid pictures coated smile
Then day by day you lose the senses
Your memories start stumbling
Through an afterworld deaf and blind
While you linger in reality
Looking for a good memory
To keep and find

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Sonntag, 10. November 2013


[Hung-over Haiku]

Handsome fellas with
Charm and wit, great kissers too -
To know they exist...