Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Two solitary beings in forlorn existence
falling into an easy pattern
of fragile empty vows.
The usual habit of trying to make a square
yet each time it turns out to be a funny pentagon
with uneven protruded angles!
Moonlight trickles down in bits and pieces
through the stained glass windows.
The white bed sheet neatly tucked in
and the problems and tears are tucked in too
with creases neatly done away into solitude.
Pillows are now effective barriers.
on polar ends
Posted by Celestial Dreamz