Tuesday 8 October 2013

My Poetry: One Day My Death...

One Day My Death...


One day my death,
Will mean nothing to you,
Just as the death
Of shared dreams
Means nothing to you now.

Cursed from the third date,
pretending it meant nothing,
We lied to ourselves
And to each other
Thinking it meant nothing then.

Dehisced heart in pocket,
means nothing to you,
You threw back the pieces
Like you hated me
And it meant nothing to you then.

You’ve found another hand to hold,
It means nothing to you
When I offer mine
To acknowledge our past,
Which means nothing to you now.

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