Our Love's Making No Progress
My ground's shaking, bruised heart's aching.
Our love's making no progress.
Stuck at loss, lost a friend.
Fast forward 'til the bitter end.
Take your time, collect your ideas.
Leave sad memories behind.
I find no comfort in this dark room.
Past lovers gloom.
Your scent is all I can see.
Unbearable to be in the past.
I rest my case as time goes by.
Avoid the truth, avoid the lie.
Stuck at loss, lost a friend.
Fast forward 'til the bitter end.
My ground's shaking, bruised heart's aching.
Our love's making no progress.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-09-06 at 01:49
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