raise your eyes
or you'll lose yourself
in the swirling chaos that is
the sea of dead hopes

you've made a path
and you still choose not to follow it

i cannot fathom the cataclysm that
encroaches you like a sailor into a storm
the love emanating from your core is all stretched out
a bungee cord turned into a noose
an inch thin over a mile
i will always love you

take me back.

05/28/2007

Posted on 05/29/2007
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