There was a certain girl in my life.
She was
Complex.
Dark.
Emotional.
Pessimistic.
Mysterious.
Poetic.
Artistic.
Cold.
Playful.
Always a Tease.
Full of Fear.
Composed and controlled.
& yet
Full of Strife.
Fiercely Independent
Obstinately opinionated.
Uncaring of her Lover.
A Catholic
who embraced
sorrow,
and invited
death.
one who kept me captive in my own prison,
whom i threw the key away for.
one who made me apprehend to utter the word,
"LOVE".
-
I have moved on, and yet I have not.
She lingers, but only in my mind.
-
It leaves a bad taste.
And it persists after.
But Somehow...
It cannot be washed off.
And yet it does not seem so bad then.
-
Pass me the Listerine, Extra Strong.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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