Thursday, 19 February 2009

sometimes it feels like it is fading

Rage against the fading light as the sun dips down
the rush of cold accross our skin
watching shadows play
accross the city
I reach for your hand

but no one is there
I never found you

I turn from the glow and walk away
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4 comments:

  1. LERMONTOV19 February 2009 at 13:22

    Very touching FB - good to see some poetry again

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  2. Anonymous19 February 2009 at 14:22

    Very sad. :(

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  3. Fake-brunette lives19 February 2009 at 14:23

    it's rubbish but thanks

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  4. Doug19 February 2009 at 18:58

    It feels cold and lonely, you made your point, so it isnt rubbish.
    So there.
    ;-)

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