Another long poem: Well this one was literally "straight from the heart" and I hope every1 likes it.. I think many of us will have either gone through this phase or want to go through this phase... Blur As I count the restless days, the horrible sleepless nights, I just don't think its fair, To be left with the memory of your face. And to make things worse, As if they already weren't, As each day passes, your memory gets clouded and the face blurs. The only thing that prevents me from losing your identity, Is the joy of cherishing, every fragment of time we shared, I still don't think its fair I've known you for a month Left with your name and face, And yet the reminiscences feel like spending eternities in space. So I look up to the sky, And it hurts my soul to do so. As I decide to stop myself, From living in your afterglow. This life, it finds a way Maybe we'll see each other someday, But now I realise, Life could be worse, Watching pearldrops roll off my face, As the memory of your face blurs. I allow you to escape my heart Without a trace.