Bluey
the neverending-ness of it all
haven’t i learnt my lesson?
round and round in circles
no answers to my pleading questions
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing
is you
lonely shadows, separate and missing
invisible tomorrows hide, in the dark
since everything is bound to end
why let it start?
- the core , the sentimental lover
s t a r m | s t August 17th, 2007
