Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Cruelty

A Lover left behind
Our stories acquainted
Our tales entwined
Move and sway
In the night unwind
And left you to wake,
To wake alone.

A lover Left for dead
Guilty heart turned
And Guilty heart fled
A whisper on the night train
“Je ne regrette”
And left you to die,
To die alone.

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