romantic

April 14, 2010

take me away

to where we were

just yesterday

.

please don’t tell me

all good things

must come to an end

.

oh how i love being

with you

on the streets and

underpasses

across fields in

baren parts of this

endless city

.

let’s dance again

and hold each other

steady amidst

the turbulent days

of our unended lives

.

every waking hour

is fading memory

and retelling is drawing closer

to what you want – ever further

from what you had

.

all good things, i suppose

must come to an end

in and of themselves disappeared

having become a part of us

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