Friday, February 18, 2011

Do you really love me

Flowers will wither
Dreams will die
And me, you
walls we build
will crumple and fall
perish within our hearts
set on fire by lies and mistrust
we will never be the same

I dream of past loves
You relive memories
of past lovers
I am but a wanderer
Coursing through broken glass and teardrops
Unseen by you
You in the arms of another lover

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