A little rain inside me, a little pain inside me. A little dose of mellowness to compromise the life, in a precise amount.

-Self-Quote-

Thursday, June 24, 2010

The Vanishing Dew



You're just like a reddish vermillion twilight.
You painted my sky orange and yellow. 
You had just adjusted my hue and the saturation, that everything finally made sense. 
Fit the composition. 
I came to where the ache and the hurt were not that painful.
The same exact point that I actually believed I was not that broken that I had found you. 
Anymore. Anyway. 
Then you went away. So quickly, so swiftly, without even looking back. 
Without holding back. 


And I was back to the darkness. 

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