Feb 2014
Love:
Like a chance
I blew it.
Your birthday is over and
The candles have
Met your cake
To *kiss each other
Once more before
Meeting the eternal yard
Of broken hearts
and past wishes.
A past-time
Breathed out.
Another
Trashcan journey
For (me without) you.
Numbers mean nothing
Anymore.
Next Sunday
We will burn *our last sunrise.
Are you ready for. . .
Like a chance
I blew it.
Your birthday is over and
The candles have
Met your cake
To *kiss each other
Once more before
Meeting the eternal yard
Of broken hearts
and past wishes.
A past-time
Breathed out.
Another
Trashcan journey
For (me without) you.
Numbers mean nothing
Anymore.
Next Sunday
We will burn *our last sunrise.
Are you ready for. . .
The End?
(30/M/Florida)
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