jueves, 12 de marzo de 2015

Thrice (never)

Feels like it's been forever.
Probably hasn't been.
To be with you for(n)ever
Chances are thin (?).

Missing you is pointless,
Point is I do.
(I am a) Collage turned into mess,
Still nowhere are you.

Cursed your eyes
To bestow the blame,
To be able to despise
Mentioning your name.

Give or take
All the same
Bend or break
Still a game.

Loved you twice
Foolish me
Wish for thrice?
Best you leave.





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