Sunday, June 30, 2013

I poured my love like water

I danced into the darkness
back then, when
I was enslaved to
you
(and the nightlife)

I poured my love like water
yet you dried it in the sun
It is finished, Love
(and morning has begun)

I guess growing up
means giving up
on
you
(and the nightlife)

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