She's part of the world
that I hate
but attempt to love.
We're getting older
than we ever saw coming
but we allow time to be ever-changing.
This love will not endure the test of time.
This love will not make it to see my eyes of tomorrow.
This love will only serve as a first home.
Her heart is a secret place that only I know.
Even if another man wanders in,
He'll never see what I've seen.
This world plays wonders on us.
Spins our very souls
Until a mix of gray is all that's left.
This is the gray I hate.
I despise the artist that allowed our wonderful colours
To be ruined in penultimate gray.
Beside the black
We are doomed within the shades.
And I love.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
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