The harshness of the voice fades away,
The echo of the words spoken remain
The sound of the muffled sobs dies out,
The wetness on the pillow remains
The accusations thrown around are forgotten,
Their scars etched in the soul remain
The singe of the slap reduces,
The redness of the swollen cheek remains
The hatred and pain of the night crumbles,
The morning after, only love remains..
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
The Morning After
Its 11:28 AM
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