Saturday, November 05, 2005


for the beginning of this heartache
the shadows reach for the moon,
silently spreading their wings
to melt and cover like a blanket

and i feel the fly in my ear
a buzzing sensation
to hum along with,
as i pass my exit.

the waking eyes starve for attention,
while a shado of this soul dies,
a moment's lapse into breathing
brings the heart blood.

at the dawn of tomorrow,
will you turn to me and say,
or will it just be another smile?


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