Moving On.
A tiny portal into the past, a door for tiny feet,
A fleeting glance into the window, the covers made and neat;
Frozen in time, a hand reached to, a mind reached back until,
Tiny thoughts reach tiny hands, the same lines cross once again, yet and still.
A time ago, a time to show ,to showcase in your room,
The cobwebs now creep, the people they sleep
In slumber meant for one. Forever. Immobile.
Who opens the door? Who wakens the past?
It’s all just part of moving on…














Devious Comments
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visit my stock account too! ~madness-live-stock
I'uno, that's just me being analytical. But aside from that little thing, this is truly rockin'! =3
... Yes, I just said "rockin'". D:
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I would rather see people in heaven with broken toes, because I stepped all over them, than see people in hell with perfect feet because I was too afraid of offending them.
means a lot
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Narien.
i think i might change it
dankeschon
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Narien.
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I'd love to see it
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Narien.
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Narien.
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