Sunday, February 9, 2014

Midnight Musings.


How do you do that?
Having just the right amount
Of emotions, no more no less?
And I'm just here collecting
My thoughts, saving them
Before they spill out.


Your love is like grammar-
It just HAS to be a certain way.
Or maybe we just speak 
Different languages now. 


You say you're a non-conformist,
I believe you.
But those meaningless words?
Day after day?
Hour after hour?
I believed them too.


It scares me that I still see you,
Beyond the infinite gap between us.
Sadly, your memories aren't 
As evasive as you.

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