Tuesday, April 26, 2005


Every time I can't sleep

and the moon winks at me

through my bedroom window

I think about

the Promise of Us

Does it mean that I love you


Or are you just

A bad case of

Romantic Indigestion?

You are like

A terminal cancer

eating my heart

Suffocating me from

so many miles away

All you've ever offered

is Memories

of when I watched you sleep,

our bodies intertwined

like wild vines,

how your eyes

could level me without even trying

We are like stunted seeds

born without a chance

Banished forever

from a garden we dared not explore

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