Monday, November 5, 2012

Gallows. Part I.

Sometime in mid October
Near the gallows of a ghostly spirit
I lost my grip in search of a past
You had put to rest...

I thought I had refined, old love...
So in denial...
That you had come back
Into my life, for the very reason
I had lost everything else... 

Sometime in mid October...

Near the gallows...
Of the same distant heartbeat 
Everything would change 

Though in my eyes 
I would still feel as small
As the world had proven,

As I had seen the innocent drop

Sometime in mid October...


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