Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Breaking

You are tired, I wish you could stay.
For a while, so that we can love a little longer.
Here I keep my eyes fixed at your fingers
And you ask yours to close… and savour
The darkness around, though mundane
And the warmth that we share
Are not going to stay.
We are just waiting for the end to come.
End of wisdom of having each other.
And then we shall celebrate the fall of love
In our freedom of lovelessness, together.

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