"Hate"
It doesn't have
to end this way
let me hold
you close
once more
it is morning now
last night
is dead
with its quiet desperation
and garishling bright neon
my inevitable collapse is near
like a lover waiting
in the shadows
under the glittering
forlorn street lights
goodbye, dear
the incessant pull
of unrequited dreams
your last kiss
burned my insides
as I try to look away
as anger and regret
forces out bittersweet tears
in the silence
of the great divide
growing within my restless heart.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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