Thursday, April 22, 2010

Used.

Enter slowly they say
When fresh souls meet
Under blankets of misery
Enter slow.

Wet words, empty riddles,
A radiant moon
The instructions are simple
And yet we fell somewhere.
Again.

You
Save, drop, strike, leave
You
Don't pass
You
Don't let go
You
Forget too easily
And You
Don't really care.

But it's a fine line we're treading
Used, abused, reused
Stay a while longer
And you could've seen
Something inside
Bright and shiny
Slowly beginning to fade.

Karma.

2 comments:

Tinker Belle said...

wow.

Anonymous said...

It's coming back, isn't it? :-D

And I "get" the first stanza, young lady...

-v