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Monday, February 28, 2005

An Ode to Love
a poem by gab caraon

To the shadows, I belong
That's where I've been, that's where I've gone
To the darkness, I can sleep
And when I wake, I start to weep
To the abyss, I yearn to seek
To seek the light that I believed
To the shimmer, once I saw
And gave that certain feel of awe
To the memories, once I had
You're in the past; you're free at last
And to the love I thought I felt
Won't you come back before my heart melts?

ehjiboi fumbled with chopsticks @ 5:19 AM | 0 has delicate hands