Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Sadly,

Our love, my love
was strong and delicate.
Was.
Our love, my love
was loud and subtle.
Was.
Our love, my love
Was kind and harsh.
Was.
Now, it's like the fragrance
left behind, when the person is no longer there.
Still there but will fade eventually.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

i knew a young wench
who was really quite nice
until the day
she turned into ice
with nary a flicker
of her perfect lashes
she burned me with cold
and scattered the ashes.

AI said...
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AI said...

Tres bien! now if only you weren't anon