Thursday, September 15, 2011

Can't sleep, nightmares.

The wind's changed,
And the creamer doesn't bloom in my cups of coffee
Like it used to.
You've changed,
Or your heart has at least:
You're just not into it,
Into me...
I knew I'd never be enough to satiate that fire,
We fed on each other's desires
But sometimes things get to deep
And you have to leave or
You wind up being left.
That's okay, though,
Because like I said before:
"I'm here until you don't want me
And not a second more."

It just came too soon.

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