December 30, 2007

Dead

Closing time,
How easily could you forget?
Wished nothing mattered,
But wishes never come true.
It was known, the end was close,
The moment comes to an end,
After all the gloomy nights, the silence…
Never asked to wait for you
When you come back, half dead
Nor cry day after day
About a lost generation.
Promises won’t be remembered,
Even though they weren’t made.
You are forgiven,
Eventually
Forgotten