Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Inconsolate yet

The pain of parting, after I let you go,
It's something I don't ever again want to know.

The ache is still just a thought away;
fresh, almost as if it happened just today.

Forgive me for the wrongs I have done to you,
in your very heart;
If destiny wills, I will be glad to play my part,
and make another fresh, clean start.

But that bewilderment and panic,
in your eyes;
wrenches my gut and the truth,
from my lies.




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