Your Past is Your Present State of Mind

April 3, 2008
By Edward Gaweda, Brooklyn, NY

In my now permanent daze,
I once again lay awake,
Wishing she were merely a phase,
My eyes shimmering as if a lake.

Separation causes pain,
Union but a tease,
Bringing devastation and rain,
My heart frozen by an icy breeze.

Claiming to be a new man,
Attempting to stitch the rear seams,
Unmistakably a horrid plan,
Forever will she be in my dreams.

Never shall she be mine,
This void may stir,
Until the end of my time,
For noone will ever be her.

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