To keep holding onto somethingthat is long gone -is like existinginside a void of emptinessthat could have beenan entire universe by now.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins;letting my scars glow in a dark bluereflecting the colour of your weary eyes.

My love dances quietly -so it does not wake the memories of you.

The edges of our heart hold the most beautiful memories.

We feel so much and yetremember so little.

Our hearts are damned to feel so much and remember so little.

Sometimes I only fall in love with the moment itself - not the people or places in it.

Every love that once promised you a forever will leave you at some point in your life - and all that is left is a forever in boxes full of fading pictures and aching memories.