Saturday, May 12, 2012

7 days makes one weak

It's like that fire still burns
no one even needs to turn
the low glow of the embers
just words said and a heart that remembers
silly rabbits
and a text book of bad habits
Since aya
I've uh
Experienced bliss
that just keeps my sorrow eclipsed
Hobbled hearts, spades, clubs, and diamonds
a full house if you will but I can't find them
They just keep coming at me
and I keep waiting to see
...always you...

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