It always comes down to this:
How much am I willing
to give away:
Blazing a trail,
with fallen bridges,
and, broken dreams,
collapsing in that place
you'd left empty.
Your voice no longer can reach this heart;
and, all your belief in stars,
are burnt out,
now.
o3/15/o8.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
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