cupidmagicpoet

Saturday March 11th (10.30)

Decaying

Slowly the cracks begin to show,
Thick drops of sadness seep from their cavernous walls,
He is gone,
I went to the funeral of my own shadow,
I couldn't cry.

I mourn the facades decay,
I lived with him as he lived with me,
We lived together as one,
An eternal dance of the selves,
I'm no longer a fixed individual.

hippy hugs xx