26 December 2012

Sit on the platform,

Held close to mint

And cigarettes,

I wondered if daisies

Were what you loved.

I gave you the sunset

That day in the drops,

And said I would never

Love the same way.

Time is passing by slowly,

But it's going faster

Than I have ever

Since you left.

Will we sit on the steel

Again, side by side,

Happily?

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