Tuesday, April 3, 2012

For Those Who Played a Game






I'm sorry
For the way you moved
To blow me off
Of your hands like an eyelash.
You wished for another
But wished dangerously.
It hurt just then for me
And for you it broke
Your heart indirectly.
I would've met you there.
I would've loved you then.
I could've loved you now.
Now and then there
Are times you know it too
And for that, for you,
I am sorry.

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