On Purpose,
While separating our library,
I gave you books back
You had once given me
As Gifts.
And every time you open
Their sorrow-filled pages
I want your own inscribed handwriting
To remind you of
What you gave up on.
Also,
I hope your next lover finds them,
,gets jealous,
And wonders just how
You could have surrendered
What we had.
I know I do.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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4 comments:
beautiful.
me gusta.
Christine? Who is this? Thanks for the compliment though!
you don't know me, i found your blog through c lo :)
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