Friday, June 15, 2012


I was the light post; you were the bulb
A perfect match half the time
But you couldn't let us stay involved
Now you own the burden
Of your own burns
And the walls around us never break

Shadows kiss darker shadows; still
Like you kiss me respectively
But nothing ever felt more intentional
Now we own the darkness
Of our own depths
And the walls inside us never break

I was a wordsmith; you were an easel
Of same worlds with different hands
But I'd never bend to admire your skin
Now I own the sorrow
Of my own fall
And the walls between us never break

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