A Wolf at the Door (blueriotmekanik) wrote, @ 2003-12-22 17:38:00

Paint
I painted a dream for you,
In the siloute of my heart.
Stood at the edge of the world,
Waiting.
Waiting.

A tear,
Salty and bitter it fell,
Scraping the surface of what once was,
The world.

Dare i cry for you?
For what i could of had,
Yet passed away.

This dream of mine,
It fades.
And my ink,
It runs dry.

Left with nothing that i can look back on,
I tip my hat to the winds,
And lay a kiss upon the streams,
Of air.

-Me.

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