Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Is This Even Poetry?




Your dying breath

So cold and heavy

Is breathing life into me

The freezing wind

That rocks your walls

Shattering your ground

Is breaking it all down

And breaking me free

The foundations are cracking

The foundations of what I thought once

Was a "never- dying" love affair

I can see the ground shaking

From down beneath

I can see it so clearly

I can tell by the rusty cracks

That this love is a moon, lent to me for too long...

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