Edges Of Familiarity

A precursor of things to come
The price of undeserved love
Barren of reward
Weighted with haunting consequence

A thin surface
To the yearning of companionship
I suffer a poison left untasted
Execution without crime

I grew wings to love
Without knowing how to fly
The hopeful steps of ambition
How it so easily dies
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2 Responses May 17, 2012

Well you wrote it so you ought to (: lol

I like this one (: