15 Sep, 2012 06:38 AM
Here I am in the room of our secrets.
Trying to clean our memories of pain
And the stains left on this bed we were lain.
Witnesses were the stars to our regrets.
Those closets where we placed our pure tassels,
Are now the lockers of our dark moments.
And these broken mirror of our torments,
Were the pieces of our daily quarrels.
Your white handkerchief full of blood and tears,
Inside these pockets of our misery,
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