Friday, September 20, 2013

Young night, Heart cold, so Forth

The night was young, but her heart was old.
Running from this feverish cold.
When would it end?
She could never understand.
The mess life had given her
To clean up afterwards
After the party and the fun,
And all the love in the sun.
She waited tirelessly,

But now she’s done.

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