Monday, April 15, 2013

The Desert We've Become



The was a time when I thought.
I thought about you.
I thought I was past loving
Shadows in their prime.
But shadows of that time
Seemed to have more
Shade. More cool air
To keep us from drying out
Dying out of our future.
So I can't help but love
Your shadow; I can't help
But never love you again.

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