wish i had'nt

three stars and all is gone
the last i see before its dawn
a day that passed i long to begun
but wishes aint horses
and up aint the sun

the truth will hurt
a lie also does
the one i chose has
made up this curse

the loss of love is but
a dead mans bone
where all is lost and
decay is alone

my orison is my past
where the flowers still
bloomed
the pretty young girl
walked past and
i did not say hi



Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
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Written on 2007-06-05 at 14:01

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