Two strangers we became, 

Beckoned by the blame, 

The moment we let go, 

Of the never ending games. 

Two strangers we roam, 

Aimless upon darkened roads, 

Once we took a vow, 

Not to go there alone. 

Two strangers we’ll meet, 

At the beginning of an end, 

Clinging to a fainting hope, 

Within our tainted fears. 

Two strangers we’ll be, 

Sharing an enticing memory, 

Underneath our bleeding skin, 

A portrait of a nostalgic scene.

About Sam

Cerca Trova is the Latin for ” Seek and you Shall Find “…. I’ve been in constant search for meaningful answers to many issues in my life..i have found some and many are still missing… I found answers in music, in poetry,in other’s words,and my personal experience… Yet I’m still seeking answers for so much more… I would love to share with you what I’ve found so far,and take you along on my journey in seeking the rest…
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1 Response to Nostalgia…

  1. This is absolutely amazing! Words would not be enough to describe what I like the most!

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