a fleeting mist swept away
every time i close my eyes
floating on borrowed time
colors entwined
wrapped in the twisting of the vines
the sweet taste imbibed
every time i close my eyes
he always disappears.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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I like this the sorrow is very hidden
ReplyDeleteJust a bit of an undertone, huh? I think its just the general "bumed outness" you get to sometimes when something fails yet again, even if its not really what you want or need, oh well :) Over it now, lol!
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