IN RETROSPECT

Last night i wrote a letter on the midnight sky It was the retrieval of my worst birthday This memories are graffited on stone age caves A hurricane is not big enoegh to wipe them A tsunami is not high enoegh to burry them But The future is now All is in the past The perpertual wounds have disappeared The scars of authenticity have vanished Through the pain i received I found solace in the wheels of time My diagnoses was my antidote My flower blossomed before time Leaving me thirsty Only to die in her hands because of hydration My hope was demised by a rose covered by its own thorns Yes,i was bamboozeld But my nostalgia has turned into sweet annorexia Because on my birthday I received a phone call "i love you but i am not in love with you" Pure and blattant disregard for my day of existance December 27 you are now history 2005,you are a mistery In retrospect You shot my weak heart with arrows of lust