failed and fading memories of how things used to be
dancing with disaster and wishing I were free
callous as the world is I have no choice to make
for every choice I ever made was simply a mistake

drawing pretty pictures of who we were back then
silence drowned the muttering of sad and sallow men
stolidly you stood before me naked to my eyes
a stolen cosolation when I had sought the prize

down those paths of memory I have no need to run
thoughts of your betrayal strike like bullets from a gun
sometimes I stop to wonder if I would feel so blue
if you were somebody else and I were someone new

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  1. abikertoo

     /  October 29, 2012

    Like DNA, twisting in on itself.

  2. damommza

     /  October 29, 2012

    Excellent! You always have the best endings to your poems! Fate, being what it is, “somebody else” and “someone new” would probably meet each other anyway and become “somebody I never met” and “somebody that I used to know” 😀 😀


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