sleep avoids her like the plague.
or maybe, it is she that's avoiding.
he stays in her dreams,
she doesn't want to be lost there again.
he threw her away,
but she can't dispose of him so easily.
his promises hold no credit,
but at one point they were platinum.
every word sticks in her mind,
like honey.
she lost a little piece of her soul when he left.
with him it will forever stay,
a token to keep him safe.
May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 4:25 PM UTC
sleep avoids her like the plague.
or maybe, it is she that's avoiding.
he stays in her dreams,
she doesn't want to be lost there again.
he threw her away,
but she can't dispose of him so easily.
his promises hold no credit,
but at one point they were platinum.
every word sticks in her mind,
like honey.
she lost a little piece of her soul when he left.
with him it will forever stay,
a token to keep him safe.
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Rosanne Barnes
may 2010
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