Thursday, 2 September 2010

An hour past a dream.




An hour past a dream,
I forget,
A piece of the world,
An awkward spill that should never had been
Cold, She lies in her bed,
Blind in a harsh white light
With a feeling,
Knowing her hearts not right.
And its not that she was to blame,
Nor her love had been in vain,
She was just too young,
too young to be in love.

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