Saturday, January 11, 2014

in-between

thoughts of you keep me awake
and that i might dream of you lures me to sleep 
in-between, half awake, half asleep, i lie restless

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days pass by
nights pass by
in-between them, life passes by

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in-between pages
still lie a dry flower.
a dead memory, peaceful in its sleep

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like sand slipping away in-between fingers
life slipped by
now all of me lies in a heap of sand by my feet

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in-between
despair, pangs, morbid melancholies, blues
hope keeps fluttering like fireflies


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