Tempus Fugit

Sunday, October 16, 2011

To Better Days


Everything will come to pass.

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Raindrops caress my skin 
the way you once did;
 cold and numbing,
 back then i thought
 your touch in time
 would make me warm;
 but  it never did,
 you talk about things
 you never truly understood
and blamed it on me 
when you got it all figured out;
I took a deep breath;
Psyched myself up that
there is nothing wrong
About being drenched .

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