In a dream I walk,
A sweet smile
not forgot.
Sure that she once wore it.
A love so lost,
Paid the highest
of costs.
How I wish to rearrange it.
Every word we speak,
To make the others
heart bleak-
will bind us now and forever.
The arrow is loosed,
The shooters neck,
in a noose.
Death would only be mercy.
No rewind in time,
No un-doing,
the crime.
Life is what I’ve made it.
© Copyright 2006 – 2012 Aarron Laidig
Melancholia in the realm of odium
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