Sunday, February 12, 2012


Was it all to waste?

Gazing at the night sky
under the moonlight
that dresses up the sea
faithfully every night.
And the world
so, oh so small
just a crowd of
seven billion lonely faces.
An inch of poetry
a handful of stars
a little bit of forget me not
make up for the perfect love potion.
A scribbled note
that I drown into the ocean.
"You can't find peace in a battlefield"
And as your promises ring hollow
I realize
I can't stay.

Forever promised to the dark.

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