Tuesday, January 10, 2012


...And all that you will ever be
are all the beautiful lies that you said to me.
So when the dawn has risen
and glossed my honey eyes,
it will come as no surprise
to brake away from my lonesome rest.
I hope that, one day, you will see the best
in all that I attempted to offer you
as a small token of my inconsolable,
loving devotion...
for you.

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