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Saturday, March 12, 2005

untitled poem V

when night comes and darkness falls
and the blaseness that life brings appalls
secure in the knowledge that loneliness brings
the emptiness and coldness of it all

then one night i dreamt
of a fictitious image sorting my life so unkempt
with funky glasses and a perfect smile
she took my hand and away we went

mind not the glasses or the smile
or the face i saw for a while
for when you appeared in my life
you put the truth into that lie

the melody that fits the notes
the pages that fit the bind
i believe we were meant to be
pray you'd never leave me behind