Thursday, October 16, 2008


(Written at age 15.)

Love while there is
Something to love, because
Nothing’s eternal.

‘Twas but the devil
Was it not, that made me feel
Distrust for you?

The blue of the sky
Is so deceptive of the black
That lies beyond.

Crushed and cast aside,
Deceived, hurt, rendered useless,
I lie so alone.

The trees stand lonely.
Brown and dry they sadly sigh,
Dreaming of blue sea.

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