Sunday, 27 November 2011

Just that and nothing more

Then perhaps it was meant to be
just that and nothing more.

Trailing behind those shadows of time,
Hoping to quell the unnamed ache,
Memories of kisses that could have been.

This gloom of the many dawns
that will never be born;
Those fingers that I never held;
Forbidden nectar, rushed whispers;
Ghosts of a desire
never appeased.

Each note of that song
wrenching a brutal rage
in every dream, every night;
Liquid pools of your eyes
casting ancient spells
of a past that never was.

Perhaps it was meant to be
Just that and nothing more.

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