When I enjoyed dying...
Every occasion, on me, don’t put blame,
This time seemed interested even the pretty dame.
In those moments a lot was said,
Some thoughts though were, as illusions, fed.
Made few yet big castles in thin air,
Even when opposed by my inner naysayer.
I know that even she had something for me,
Not for no reasons was I in state of glee.
But the euphoria was over pretty soon,
My feelings changed like phases of moon.
Though this time I had no regrets,
Despite the parting am glad we met.
To be cherished are some memories it seems,
God be with thou miss and all your dreams.
posted by Janus @ 9:17 AM
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