Wednesday, February 8, 2012


Reckless, I stumble
Searching for the lost
What is lost though?
Something creates absence
A mystery to me
Curious of this empty spot
I employ help
Shrinks to analyze
Am I going crazy?
What if it is constant?
Will I always feel it?
And so as my eyes wander,
Her eyes find mine,
And absent no longer
I found what I missed
And I am born
Brand new beginning
One life ahead
Made from two
And angel’s wings to fly

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