Sunday, September 23, 2012

Constant cravings carving slowly
Sweet delicious memories of mornings
With you that now make me feel lonely.

When the sun rises and I do too,
In my mind I do see you,
But with my eyes I see the truth.

You're not here, you're too far.
You left me bare in the cold, in the dark,
With this beaten, battered heart.

Call me crazy, but yes, I still want you.
I want a second chance, oh my dear muse,
I want to kiss you again under the moon.

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