Wednesday, October 28, 2009

LOVE n stuff?

The moon wains each night from fullness
his love unlike a moment lasting
our dates lapse into unsatisfied dullness
is this true love or simply passing?

Yesterday is like tomorrow
Its all the same since he's been gone.
our lips have parted, my heart in sorrow
each night I dream before the dawn.


1 comment:

  1. Okay so the beginning messed with my brain a little bit. I wasn't quite sure what you meant at first....and im not sure if I still do....But I did like the last part!
    Snap, snap, snap.

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