Wednesday, 28 December 2011

The rains

Wash me clean
Breathing in the new
and out the
pains of your loving words
and mistaken dreams.

Wash me clean.
Beating on my heavy shoulders and
dripping into seas of memories.
I push your boat along the nile of denial
and look towards
tomorrow where you and I
The you’s and ‘I’s
are inconsequential.

Where, you, are inconsequential
can start anew,
and make new messes
of my heart.

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