1
Time did not exist
under the cleaved
marrow of moon
while you sighed
away the hours
2
Sometimes when he looked
at you you felt the weight
of your suffering reflected
in his fossilized eyes
3
He opened his heart
without giving it away
and how startled you were
by the coldness you found there
4
Often you felt
like little more
than the afterthought
of a peppermint
5
Like the leaves you were unaware
of your transience you could not see
the end the fluttering then the limpness
6
In history you are always viewed
through the lens of your mistakes.
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 9:45 AM UTC
1
Time did not exist
under the cleaved
marrow of moon
while you sighed
away the hours
2
Sometimes when he looked
at you you felt the weight
of your suffering reflected
in his fossilized eyes
3
He opened his heart
without giving it away
and how startled you were
by the coldness you found there
4
Often you felt
like little more
than the afterthought
of a peppermint
5
Like the leaves you were unaware
of your transience you could not see
the end the fluttering then the limpness
6
In history you are always viewed
through the lens of your mistakes.
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