Sounds echo off the walls, <br />And through these empty halls. <br />And I can't breathe. <br /> <br />The silence, <br />In these empty rooms, <br />You know it just consumes, <br />and reminds me that you're gone. <br /> <br />My life keeps rearranging, <br />but one thing stands unchanging <br /> <br />My name upon yours, <br />Hidden behind closed doors, <br />Written when we were young. <br /> <br />A love so innocent, <br />To me, those names meant, <br />The world. <br /> <br />All trace of you is gone, <br />But the names we had drawn. <br />And I can't help but wonder, <br /> <br />Did you forget them? <br />Or leave them as a promise, <br />That you will come back?<br /><br />Megan Frame<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unchanged-2/
