Monday, November 26, 2012

beauty

Their faded beauties withering,
war-torn monuments crumbling in their hearts, and

and

and they don't know.

They don't know they could be home.
They could be loved.
They could be wanted.

If only they would choose.

If only they knew -
If only they loved -
If only they wanted -

As I want you
As I love you
As I know my home

Is here

Is where my heart and my loves

Collide
Combust
Coerce

But - no - I'm faded, like moonlit beauty
     withering in the burning sunlight,

Crumbling in their memories...

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