Saturday, August 21, 2010

Wishful Thinking.

Regrettful tears fill up my eyes,
As full and stormy as the maritime skies.
But I won't let one fall,
When you promise not to call,

After all, I asked you.

Don't, I said.
It's for the best, I said.
In good time, I said.

We'll be friends again.

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