"Dust thou art to dust returnest"


Friday, March 1, 2013

Dark Romanticism

Do I reveal a slight romantic charm in you...?
Even somehow foolish
To deprive myself from what we use to know.
In my covered world, I seek to write about
What is more or less 

From my covered world, I seek you out...

The rain comes down in waves 
Like pure regret to the eyes 
I did not wish to sever my ties then
But as the years had passed 
I couldn't think of anything more to say
So in the morning's before the sun crept up
I tried to kiss you one last time...

But I could never leave. 

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