Wednesday, February 18, 2009


I sit here loathing my being
Time passes and still the phone does not ring.
I await your call,
And hope I don't fall,
Deeper into oblivion,
As I further head into a collision.
Shall I love myself before I love thee?

Moments I remember
When we not broken asunder.
Cry as I might,
I fear the love we had is a fading light.
Bright we once were,
A star that now seems so meager.
I promise to love again,
Maybe avoid the pain.
Its all for the love of me.

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