Stop it!
With invading
my dreams with
the vintage cherries.

I remember you as youth
when I was ignorant and
confused with the promise
of the future.

Stop haunting my soul
and stop making all
the loves fall for others.

I am tired of all
the promises you curves
bring when you stab my
hopes with a wicked smile.

When the red curls flicker
with a hidden face
that hides a cruel grin.

I want to forget the
origins of the end,
but I stumble and crumble
with the forgotten yous.

05/03/2009

Posted on 05/03/2009
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