Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Our Love That Never Was.

Buy me some roses, if you would.
Show me your love, if you could.
Somber night, I couldn't think through.
Short bashful e-mails, all four of them,
lay ahead of me as I clear out some memories,
You seemed desperate, you seemed sorry.
Was is my smile? or my seriousness that blinded you?
As I think back, you are the love that I nearly got.
You tried some soul-searching, but my choices are firm.
Thus, we stopped right in the middle.
and I tried to sleep better at night.
You appeared and faded away, in this tiny dream of mine.
but it's over now, whatever this thing is called,
Our love that never was.

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