Saturday, March 03, 2007

I have wandered the dark valleys
I have seen the lonely shores
I have been broken
I already died.

The moon on the snow tonight was much more comforting than you were.

I awoke to a new dawn.
I smelled cinnamon and roses.
I knew you were gone.

What is it that you want from me?
I think you should know.

My bitterness overwhelms me sometimes.

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