Sunday, June 15, 2008

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. III

She forces herself to pretend he does not exist

Though still sharing his breath through morning mists

And each time the blissful sun quietly counts its coins

She hears his eyes fixed lovingly on her dreams.....

When life is this obscene

When death is endless protest to your absence

When everything on the road changes true

When every fall colour becomes the void in you

I will finally remember your name.


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