Jun 04, 2004 14:37
MOONLIT MUSE
alone,
unknown,
'neath the light
of the moon
thoughts drift,
oh, how swift
begins the amatory
swoon.
soft cries,
no alibis,
only feeling
strong, true
sedated,
satiated,
by the simple thought
of you.
WHEN
When I saw you I like you
When I liked you I loved you
When I loved you I let you
When I let you I lost you
When I lost you I cried
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