i remember, just last summer.
silently speaking, speaking of meaning.
admitting feelings growing fond
I remember, just last spring,
a bite, a kiss.
something.
not only does my mind rekindle memories
but feelings and hope for more
though i know, when winter passes
you wont be coming back
my wants and needs will not be met
you are the smart one.
a broken heart will mend
but with time, and tears.
running in circles,
coming back,
here in this dead land,
heart beating fast,
sweet sensations lasting no longer than a sunset.
I wont be coming back
to take back your hand
to smile into the life i thought would be
things fly on their own or with another.
i fly.
away.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
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