Tuesday, October 4, 2011

I am free of you
but my heart is still damaged.
You wont let me go.

Autumn is here now.
My soul, heart, mind, is changing.
I am older now.

By spring, you'll be gone
from my conscience and my ways.
Thoughts will be my own.

Winters uncounted
I slept in the dark of you.
Not this year. I'm free.

And when summer comes,
I'll dance in the heat of ME.
I'll say, "Ha-cha-cha!"

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