Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Glass on sand

The journey to your heart began when you let me in.

Now, I find myself standing staring back at a receding door
one you just closed on me.

And I wonder how the journey was?

And what did I do wrong to not deserve you
or at least the truth?

And how did you manage to overlook what you once held so dear?

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