~ three parts mad, and the fourth delirious, with perpetual rushing of hard times ~ Dickens

Saturday, August 18, 2012

On 8/18/2012 03:02:00 PM by Unknown

the sound,
the feelings,
the moments,
all that we cherished,
all gone- gone are the days,
no coming back,
yet i remember the fragments,
those beautiful moments,
when we lived the lives,
cherished the fragments..
and dreamed our lives..
now the dreams,
are the ones thats all left,
something i am holding since long,
gone are the days,
but not the promises..
and the beautiful treasure,
thats left behind!