artificial light-
the day
begs for forgiveness-
the tears have wandered off
and i wonder
how i'll ever leave you.
you cursed me with disease
that holds strong to my flesh-
inflicting this
within moments of our meeting
and have shown little remorse
or fallen regret.
in the shadows
i'll have to find.
there's no longer any room for lies
stories spun.
still with all that fear of truth.
i can't convince myself
to love you.
which words will you wish
when you know
there's never been love-
just the artificial company
of a lover
who wants to be forever
separated from you.
-a.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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