Monday, May 11, 2009

our life as a leifmotif

what never was, will never be.
fingers like vines, helplessly reaching for
a peace stronger than death
a smile longer than love
what everyone wants, what no one needs...
will never be.

a flash of white, snow, grinning grim
you are foolish, you were my hope
you and i were summer...
fall came too soon, it fell into my sighs.

what almost was, will never be.
what i thought was you, it was me.
what is mine? what is yours?
i can't seem to make this real... and it never will be.

holding onto cold stares, the warmest thing i can find.
holding onto blank stares.
please don't say no.

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