Tuesday, 20 December 2011

"Back Where We First Met"

Would you speak to me,
if I dared tell you... I still feel? 
Things you wished silent 
still whimper. 

No sunshine-warm cuddles, 
no mistletoe kisses, 
nothing, nothing, nothing, 
for you, hello is enough. 

No dread of rejection, 
we solved that riddle, 
but dread of desire, 
and dread of your indifference.

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