Sunday, February 14, 2010

You've Chosen Not To Live Without Her

"Why're you doing this to me?" he leaned in to say
Like lovesick teens, getting carried away.
It's all blueberry muffins and secret smiles
And dancing down the supermarket aisles.
My sleep is sound, my skin's aglow,
You're at the door, your hair full of snow.
You're a comet lighting up my sky,
But what burns bright must one day die.

(Happy Valentines)

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