thusly untitled.
"i want to be drunk from you,"
she whispers into the night where her love once stood, beside her.
she watched her walk away, hoping all the time that she
would just turn around and run back to her arms,
knowing that she has run to the arms of another...
that she's been there for quite some time, and that
it's been merely shadows of memories she's been conversing with
these past months.
"why did you leave me,"
she thinks to herself, remembering every single time
they danced together, hand in hand, body in body, touch in touch,
drinking each other in as though they would never again
look upon the other's face, towards those lips,
into those eyes, revealing worlds to each other time and time again.
just a miniscule part of the enigma that is plaguing her thoughts,
her heart, her very being,
down to her very core.
left with the hangover of a life long past,
she resigns to her fate, sealed long before,
and sets off walking alone, toward the dawn,
hoping for a new day and a new chance,
and another way back in to love.
Wednesday, Apr. 04, 2007 - 12:36 am