Poetry By Eventide

A place to experiment before being dragged into the big time.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

where ever have we gone

I thought I knew you
After those threats
Those teases
Now thrown aside

Cast away am I
Like a new toy
The morning after
No more, maybe less

Time was good, we laughed
It was special in some way
But
At least we had the changeroom

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