06-06-2013, 10:55 AM
A polariod burns to a cinder,
Our archaic memories are but tinder.
I sit motionless, immolated in the moments we spent;
Charred, suffocating, lost and content.
Our archaic memories are but tinder.
I sit motionless, immolated in the moments we spent;
Charred, suffocating, lost and content.
