Hold my hands and
tell me the cards
of my future.

I will smile and
grin with the darkest
thoughts that linger,
and tell you stories
of how I dream of
possibilities.

Yet behind all the
false glimmers
and broken promises
the bullet calls.

No one is to blame
for the tragic mind,
and nobody is to be
punished for my departure
so soon.

Let it be two years of bliss
before an eternity of the void.
And yet again, as always
the yet, I smile and grin.

As you tell me sweet stories
of marriage and careers.

04/14/2008

Posted on 04/15/2008
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