spin over an edge
into that sea,
innocence
where raindrops collide
teardrops explode
caught without a dream
implode.
a sweet luscious pain
to sooth those sorrow's,
come the summer
the heavens will cry,
tomorrow will have been and gone,
sanctuary for lost soul's
lost
no aurevoir,
just a permanent.
goodbye.
© 2007 Michaela James.
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