Friday, January 18, 2013


One minute it was perfect,
And the next you would not care.
How could what we have been wrecked
When I was always there?

The caprice behind your doing,
The sarcasm eating at your soul;
You have succeeded at undoing
The one thing that made me whole.

I still think your beautiful,
I still want to hold your hand;
I want to be with you in daylight,
And to be with you in dark...

To see the sun shine in your hazel eyes,
Or the starlight catch your gaze;
To lay with you below the skies,
I will dream of this for days.

But the world has other plans for you
And so I must comply.
But I wish I were still holding you
And I will always wonder why...

Taking a stab at poetry, enjoy!


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