Thursday, July 2, 2009

Something A Friend Of Mines Wrote

Morning rhythm

Was it

his words he spoke?

His smile?

His laugh?

Or that he’s been in pain?

Maybe its reality driving me insane.

Confusion scatters through my mind

pondering why..A woman would leave his heart behind

As I slept my nightmares turned into dreams

& waking up wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

Maybe because his eyes shined

Emerald green

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