Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Confessions

She caresses a new lover's cheek
With a hand that used to be mine
Back during a more innocent time
Before confessions and secrets sent her adrift
Like a wayward leaf
Brown like her eyes that are no longer willing to meet mine
We can never be the same
And I only have myself to blame
And I only have myself to blame.  
©2012Goldie

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