Thursday, March 31, 2016

Tick Tock(9/16/11)

As days, weeks and months go by
an absent heart can grow fonder but also may die
where once passions burned and love sprang anew
can wither and crumble, scattered like dust by a broom
one can chase the sunrise or flee the moon
delicately master the melody or blare out of tune

I have absolutely no clue what the hell I was thinking here. I dunno I just started typing I guess. I wonder where it would have went if I had finished it? Oh well who knows maybe one of these days I will figure it out

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