Monday, 28 March 2011

over and over

All wrapped up in warm colours,
grinning from ear to ear and yet...
there is a taint, a shiver to delay,
a passing thought, some small regret.

Something wants to wring the neck,
of every syllable that expresses love,
my heart is unduly haunted by the wreck,
I sail, headfirst into joy, a rocky cove.

Outstretched arms and nervous hands,
so much hope, love, confusion,
I look at you, but all I see,
an echo, a refrain.

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