Miscellaneous poetic jottings
Monday, December 5, 2011
WHEN YOU LEFT
There is a black hole
in my head
where dreams
sucked in,
do not escape,
and though the stars
Melt in tears
and though
I ache
in every thought,
I never can
Find again
those dreams
I lost
in that
black hole
you made the night
you left.
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