Friday, August 20, 2010

Breakfast at Tiffany's

You spun me a million stars
And I screamed in delight and rode them all
Until I confused you with yet another of my July loves
Do you still dream by me, in snatched moments of truth?
Well carry on then, because I'm shattering those illusions too soon
And you wail in your wretched loneliness
There's nothing you have anymore.


Anonymous said...

Beautifully written. I love it!

Hanedin said...

You are by far, the most amazing word smith I have ever had the pleasure of reading.

And no kidding.

S said...

Beautiful :)

DegeSMS said...

Very nice work.