Wednesday, November 25, 2009





the stars looked like burning sparks. the lights were warm but chilling. you left me feeling; tired. could not close my eyes. on fire. but frozen inside. to run or to hide. speechless. my words could not melt. whisper. i wanted to shout. without you i felt. like a setting sun. like a last goodbye. like an incomplete lullaby.

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