Thursday, October 28, 2010

Old Poetry from the Old Blog

I leave her alone in her house of stone
Though I swore to you that I'd never...
She's moved on
And I
Feel the loss in my bones
Sleeping moans and groans
I'm pained in the well of night
For my past wrongs
And she
No longer has that need to watch herself bleed
So I'm not wanted the same way I was
And I am glad
To see her bloom again
Without You
And I

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