Rosary

We once planned to spend the rest of our lives together,
Now I wonder if we'll, one day, pass each other by
Not reconizing the face that spurred a hundred-thousand words.

I'd be lucky, then, I shouldn't even wish for this,
You see, you were a dream, a scented, kinetic day-dream
Dreamt by a dreamer of the opposite kind of their dreams.

I'd be lucky, I'd be lucky.

The past still hurts. I've found a way to stitch it, my heart and mind that is:
Each bead on the string represents a stitch with the cross representing
The first stab in order to repair a damage that will never stop aching.

I'd be lucky if the stitches stayed.
I'll love you on the days when the world seems like a bleak ocean split from a tea-cup named God.

I love you.





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Milo! said...
Mar. 11, 2010 at 4:07 pm
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
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