Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Another poem,

You're haunting me,
Hiding in every corner of my mind.
Just when I thought you were gone,
I hear that same tired song.

You took my light love,
It even left me for you.
Everything that mattered to me,
Is washed up in the cold, dark waters.

All that I loved,
All that I lived for;
Lies in Boston with you.

So I'll go now,
Run to the west coast and maybe,
Maybe I can learn to live,
Without you.


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