Monday, June 1, 2009

J'aime bien les couchers de soleil

There is a light that hits your face in the most perfect way
this light takes away words, all that I can see
is your eyes dancing around the room
ever so desperately I gather myself
to try and fit into the area in which you stare 
finally there is a chance 
but I am unable to take it


is this fate, mocking my very existence 
I exist so that we may exist together 
so that we may become one thing
a reference to include both of us 

that will never happen
this is not negative
this is realizing 

I will be alone without you
and without you I will stay 

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