Wednesday, August 08, 2007

12638 miles away
audacious, abrupt
smile, moments after making her cry
never then, but now, even in public

quickly exhausted
turns to bitterness
It's too late now for that, it's too late
Yet premonition, set by precedent:
too late for you, too?

Too hard, it's too hard!
I don't want, I don't want
sullen child, petulant, churlish

Your tenderness
unexpected, overwhelming
destory, making her melt
now, as always, only in secret

posted by beckyboo @ 10:20 PM

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