Tuesday, March 26, 2013

The divide..

I left at your doorstep
A bundle of sweet nothings
Of honey lemon yesterdays
Of moonlit dances
And tangerine memories
Overshadowing the pain

While I took for myself
A little bag of sorrow
Stashed and hidden
In the garb of newfound pleasure
And one unkept promise
Staring back in retrospect

Is that even now?

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