brunette. beautiful.
dark and full of light
i loved you then
as i saw your eyes
brilliant and black
reflect me back to you
the curl of your smile
as you looked away
revealed all i needed to know
i turned. i saw. i spoke.
your glance became the stare
we hold today
Saturday, October 4, 2008
across from me
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That stare can so easily undo or complete.
She's beautiful, I'm sure.
And sleep comes and you enter me .as cold as the breath of Autumn, the fire ,crimson, and meld of colors are all that remain ,cast under the moon, the cycle of love..as the flowers lay dying, from the stare which is blind .
nice to know you're not dead.
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