Archive for November, 2009

There was once a book, a good book it was

It had a character, and a girl it was

The plot was of love, and how divine it was

There was laughter, sighs and tears, afterall love it was

The suddenly everything stopped, remained still just as it was

There was just bleeding, as profuse as it was

There was just vacancy, in thoughts, moods and stares, just as it was

And finally, death, the girl’s, bound to be as it was




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