Friday, January 25, 2013

La Fin Du Monde

All alone
seeing nothing
but space

where did she go?

I do this
all the time
silly race

why did I throw

everything
all of me
too much
too soon

no restraint
no regard
no control
the moon

so it would seem
discomfort rules
judgment passed
makes one turn
away

I'm so different
no such rules
of my past
apply to me
today

hopeless romantic
stirred soul
passionate protector
restless one
wants

partner in crime
common goal
tender lover
elusive dream
taunts

happy and single
walking
alone

wishing still
chance
not blown

the dream will come
perhaps
tomorrow

hope lives tonight
La Fin Du Monde
drowning
sorrow





















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