carbot9
I missed you.
The hair you fling so easily over your shoulder
golden eyes that never cry
the slight smile when you know something I don't.
The way you crushed me and left my kind heart's embrace
When you flew with someone else.
I won't miss again...
The sisters' idle hands put to work
While love found, lost, loathed
a time to end, to begin, again
Let's put away what's made-that which does not belong to us...
The word implies closeness-reflects it's superficial concept...It knows not...
It's the furthest from the dream...