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No Tomorrows

Nothing comes out right,
No matter how much
I try
to write.
It's all just such
an amazing lie.

I try to scribble my heart,
But I'm so numb
Just frozen.

More than in part
By love undone.
Just frozen.

But how to start anew?
Perhaps now
I will
write true?

But how...
to kill
the vestiges of a broken heart?

Still frozen in time,
Buried beneath such
Cares and sorrows. There'll be no tomorrows.

My lack of reason and rhyme...is all due in part,
To a black fistful of sand that I clutch, like so many snowflakes on the beach.
Beyond my grasp, beyond my reach.


# Posté le lundi 19 janvier 2009 11:59

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