January 6, 2012
My love,
my precious love...
Lay down next to me and count the ticks,
between now and when we shall meet again.
Within my dreams, or the timeless earth,
a resting place for ancient men.
I wish I knew where you were going,
so I could close my eyes and turn away.
And hope with half my missing heart
I'd die to see another day.
But let's let bygones be what they are,
let's let death sing its own song.
Let's go to bed, and just forget
the place our souls truly belong.
We'll kiss like when you and I were young,
your rosy lips and twilight eyes of stars.
But come morning, we'll still say goodbye
as if this night was ever ours.
My love, despite…my love, because...
My love, just sleep as if it was.

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LettersandNumbers said...
Jan. 9, 2012 at 5:48 pm
Beautiful poem, got goosebumps reading it
followthezoraida replied...
Jan. 9, 2012 at 6:26 pm
thank you for the very sweet comment :)
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