Fin.
~~~
she tries so, so hard to see
the darkness so still
the night so quiet
the breath of the moon
with the tears of the stars.
they glisten against
the backdrop of night,
with her faded wishes
and jaded dreams.
they died long ago,
taking her hopefully
vivid desires along for the ride
come back, won't you? no.
she whispers with a heaving mist,
"I wish--" red, crimson, burgundy.
she always wished for more than she could live for.
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Hmm. I don't know how I feel about posting this up. I mean, I feel very disappointed in myself for writings something so... bland. Forget about it. The internet provides a cloak of anonymity and maybe my shame won't be so clear? [UGH, LJ CUT HATES ME SOMETIMES, I SWEAR.]