Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Dear You

A listless morning ensues the midnight aftermath.


What sparked it off?
What fueled it further?
What blew it up?
And tore it all to pieces?

My heart strayed,
Your love betrayed,
Now how do we go on?
If you cease to believe me from now on


Not a single word
Or thought is mine
Other than all else
That belongs to you in my life

Tear out those tissue-paper-nerves
And see how much it's worked so far
The strain, the pain, the effort, the work
I've put in to this dying piece of art


Dance on, dance ahead gaily
Like Ariel, stabbed with knives
For the love you once gave me
Has expired all but its 9 lives.

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