Friday, July 20, 2012

the return...


the sweet nothings you whisper,
a reminder of the times that we had.
joyous, reckless, young.  

tonight i ask you to stay,
but once again you don't listen. 
so is it ever going to be over?

you and me.  


***

the clown returned. crept back inside my head and told me things i needed to hear. filling my head with thoughts that are now words. goading me to come back. six months. six years. doesn't matter.


its not over.

never.