18 May 2011

Gone

It meant the world to me
Imagining, day decline
Secret starlight
Poked holes into darkness
And tip toe spiders
Read finger tip messages

What did it mean to you
Embraceing, cataclysm
A Wanton surge
Cryptic, dead stars
Sharing parched lip kisses
And Callous caresses

© Carla, 2011

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