Friday 1 April 2011

Another Summer

I've left you to you're own demise.
You're ruin and
waste,
even you cannot
disguise.

It pains me to see you
go
down
deep
below.

Into the grasps
of a past life.
Full.
Of toxins and rife.

But you had to
go.
LEAVE.
Try to grow.

I love you still.

From you're fate I
could not save.
Only, now
you have to be brave.

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