Sunday, November 13, 2011

gate ways

with the full moon i bleed my transgressions
so often i am left here
with nothing but
myself

to blame

once, i travelled the distance
to reach your door

destined, to break through
no more

in the secret garden of my heart
the roses you brought there
were noticed

and, cherished

everything only blossomed
from there



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