Saturday, March 21, 2009


This poem describes the love/hate paradox I have going with my ex-girlfriend. She was, in more than once sense, my essence and my poison. If there ever existed something so perfectly tailored to fit everything I ever needed, she was it.

But as fate has it and is illustrated in the poem, it wasn't to be.

by Moondust

Purity once had a name,
And beauty once had a face.
Life once had a meaning,
And once I was safe.
Once there was freedom,
And once I could laugh.
Happiness once was alive,
And once I had another half.
Once I shared her love,
Once I was by her side,
Once I felt I fitted,
So quickly that died.
Her grace so great,
Her beauty so vast,
All I ever wanted,
Was for it to last.
Fate maybe had another plan,
Or maybe she had another love,
But it all fell apart,
The hand too big for the glove.
Now it's all died away,
Happiness, joy, love; all memories.
Now I walk alone in this dark, dark world,
With no light to guide my way.

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