Jan 14, 2005 12:28
Waiting here, for the bus to come,
standing in this icey, chill, whipping wind
is still far warmer than your stone, cold, heart
leaving your side, or back, rather, as you slept
I exchanged your company for solitude
which I faced, inspite my resolve, with bittersweet resignation
You said, "you make me feel beautiful"
You made me feel hideous.
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:-P
Like how I completely undermined your beautiful discontent there??
Anyway, I like it.. especially the last two lines.
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