Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Drift away...

The pastel used to cover the canvas,

Are the same used to cover you feelings,

And as sure as the waves take the raft away,

I find my self-waving to you from the ocean bedside where we lay together.

What was once something so beautiful like the pyramids,

Is now rubble like the stone hedge?

A beautiful ruin to which once was a sight of wonders

Is now a forgotten blessing.

Which once was my life is slowly being ripped away from me like,

The apple tree of my heart

Am I scared?

Am I happy?

Do I have the privilege of having feelings towards the love of my life?

Do I have the respect to communicate my love for the feelings of the love of my life?

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