Wednesday, July 29, 2015

the worst thing when love dies

is that life goes on

and you remember

all the happiness as pain

ands see all the emptiness

as the life you lived deluded

even if you aren't crushed for this

and can grow

still will you grow slower

hobbled by the new increment

in the plasmic design

all this heartache our common wound

and nobody knows yet how to silence the when

of vanity and listen to the vacant now of stillness

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.                                    

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