zaterdag 30 maart 2013

EMERALD CITY BLUES


The cold wind breezes and I’m still me
I remember something
Hoping that something remembers me

My head is full
But my heart feels shrunken
Romance feels mush
The garden sunken

You are nothing without a heart
The absence of love can tear a man apart

An image of you
Porcelain skin
Eyes of blue

Unrequited
Yet so pure
I walk on
In demure
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