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Tuesday, March 3, 2009

i'm not really good at making titles..suggestions?

An arm flung over
Light pillows
Where your hair
Flows freely
In bold tresses
Defying conformity

The other
Leaking scarlet
Contrasting
The innocence
Of sheets
And strength
of the mahogany floor

where
your letter
lies waiting
to bequeath a chronicle
of hope
for a happy ending.

your lips talk
of your departure,
almost as clear as the sky.
your eyes scream
relief.

They can never understand
For they are not you
And your melancholic heart
Hiding behind
An empty smile

They are not the stranger
On shiny surfaces
You see looking back.

They cannot blame you
And you cannot blame them
You can only blame yourself

But alas!
‘Tis not freedom you chose
But escape.


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