Tuesday, April 28, 2009

The Killer of Dreams

When I fix myself, the love will flow,
and so will the words that elude me now.
I blamed so much on the one who
was breathing in bed next to me;
sleeping fitfully then,
but who would now sleep serene.
The fault was ill-placed.
No one could have forced me to abandon anything.
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