i built the taj mahal
to bury our love in
dead like roses
brown and wilting
but not dead enough
to forget
no one has eyes like yours
half way around the world
the waves rush in
and i'm wishing
you were lying
with our ashes
in the taj mahal
so you would wash away too
out to sea
out of sight
out of mind
as dead as my love is
no one will ever forget it
because i built the taj mahal
to bury our love in

01/04/2005

Author's Note: this is written in a really immature, older style. feels like I would have written it in high school. usually I wouldn't post something I felt that way about, but this is sort of an end to something started in high school. I guess I'll use that to justify how stream of consciousness and silly this is. oh well. it's the end, I suppose, but a very fancy end. just like the Taj Mahal.

Posted on 01/05/2005
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