Friday, April 27, 2007

Death Of Love

In the court of love,
We stand still,
Heads bowed,
Two lovers,
Accused of killing love.
Remember our last date,
Sitting across the table,
With nothing to say,
No one to listen.
We ate our own words,
Promises and dreams,
I, the eternal dreamer,
Now feel the pang,
Waking up...
You, too intelligent,
Today begging for dreams,
To keep a hope,
To live a lie.
This pensive sigh,
This urge to die,
Is all that we still share.
As we walk together,
For the last time.
our love shows the way,
To our separate graves.

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