April 6, 2009
By Anonymous

The lines on your face
that used to smile blissfully
have been pulled down by
the weight of eternity
How strange, it's only been weeks...

The glint in your eyes
that used to be sparkles
can't mask the joy
i fear is gone
One tear a night
is all you can spare
before you move on

Was it a haze of naivete?
Was it conception, perception, deception?
Was there no love in the resonant laughter?
What force could extirpate such rooted ardor?

A life once sought after, no longer...

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