doomed. to repeat the past.

May 06, 2005 22:04

monotone
ring ring
there is never an answer
from backlot grass overgrown
arms outstretched
i beg for embrace

and never a rebuttal
never an answer
from bygone murky tidewaters
and stovepipe treachery
her arms never so lifeless
unforgiven, uncaring
her eyes spelled it all
and deep forest set brown

always is my forever
with stretched filled nights
hijinks along planned outings
the world was yours, it was yours

this i know,
because i would have given it to you.
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