Monday, April 6, 2009

you see LA

Taken atop a waterfall we stopped at on the way to Da Lat. I've already forgotten the name of the place but will update it when I remember.

I looked for you from the sky, like I always do,
And though the seconds slide by and pile,
I never learn.
I always return.
The memories of your nights,
The secrets of your walls,
Hold me steadfast in the past
And I'm just realizing that I can't.
The bustling boulevards, your sandy shores
Please keep my past, mistakes and laughs,
I close your door, no more.

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