Things blockaded away,
Confessions that will never see the light of day;
The light of the tunnel turned blue, and then hid in the aggression that came;
Pandora knew nothing would be the same;
But,
You offered your sweet gift, with evils inside;
Though inviting, reaching toward the prize caused your smile to become unkind;
Though these limbs reached to the ground on vacationing osseous,
I wonder how you can say to me "Stand up" for no other reason than "Just 'cause."
But,
We drove from day to night watching the sunrise in your car,
into the past that should have been but we've already come too far;
The delicate object, that came frozen, shattered from being heated too quickly,
and, your Gordian knot will not come undone, without a sword, I have no key.
<3 Dil.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
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