Monday, August 25, 2008

So

There won't be banquets or vows,
we are to be binded by feathers and wax,
she asked:" Is this the best
you can do?"
I shook my head -- the deal is yet to be sealed.

Took another day off from school,
another night off from sleeping ,
puzzling why the allergies,
why someone with no blue blood, no money
and full of scars

You stumbled through the door
said it'd be the only time;
he shook my shoulders
and kissed my red eyes.

Staring at the ceiling
you said:" Honey, there is no moon tonight."
"But it is OK. The street lamps are shining brilliantly."
then you hold my hand and declare
this is the only time.

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