Monday, 20 September 2010

Friday The Fourteenth

Your cheek, indecisive on mine
My heart anchored to a different time
The gray window sleeps upon the sill
That I watched you from
Quiet and still,
When hope dripped, slipped to the floor
Neither one dreamt of something more
Like the retreating, angry, silent sea
The fickle love did not care for me
And when God's reign began to fall
The intuitive weather said it all
Our hearts anchored to a different time
But silly romance thought you could be mine.

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