Monday, March 28, 2011

Yesno

No, not in the way you look at me
It's glances that stray away

And not in the words we share
It's in ones we don't say

The touches don't mean much
Feelings linger, so thick they fray

Smoke leaves your lips like desire
Wafts up, in the air and away

Rented once its never the same
Why are hearts made this way

Somethings can't ever be undone
Leaking love on a rainy day

Night is a revisit of day
More moments of false interplay

You sleep finally in a broken bed
And I wonder how we got this way

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