Daily, I can see

The Sword of Damocles

Hanging above your head.

It swings in the softest breeze

While pieces of your heart lay scattered,

Abandoned on the wet ground.

A true love would indeed set you free,

Giving you the earth, the sun, the moon.

This is where your true heart should be

I hope that it will is soon.

12/06/2004

Posted on 04/10/2007
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