I Need Heehee, cant Heehee see. I Need Heehee, to be mine...

Wonder if anyone still remember this msn nick of mine so long ago. I remember distinctly XY chidding me the way BLest friend's chidding me now.

~inspiration flood - hold the cleaning~

Gone with the Yesteryear

Scurry around like mindless mice,
welcome a brand new year.
Clear away piles of debris
belonging to yesteryear.
Paused when chanced upon dustied o' letters
sent by o' friends dear.
Words attempt to speak solace,
over loss, as it appears.
Little known you've lived in the bosom here,
of friends who cared for the Trodden-heart.
Well-thought cards, meaningful message
sent piercing words,
though less stabbing than the deed.
Speak of sacrifice,
none of which i see
What is the sacrifice for,
and what is it for me?
Sometimes seemingly clear, and understood,
but times whereforth meaning is lost,
through which is sent again,
the soul with endless thoughts, endless questions,
endless agony which none else share the aches.
Dont let that first drop of longing take you to that yesteryear,
and nullify the present and future,
for it has long gone into
invisible time.

~Trodden-heart~