Tatianna Rei Moonshadow

(7/21/92 / Rochester MN)

Midnight Ponderings


Tonight I sit, I reflect
Wondering what went wrong
I fear that I shan't sleep tonight
And I will ponder until dawn

My heart lies bleeding in these two hands
Yet I shall not stop the flow
You left me with these wounds so deep
Yet you will never know

There was never a smile so gorgeous
Nor a sin so sweet
As the sins I gave in to
Each time our lips chose to meet

I remember you with each and every breath
As my chest rises and falls
They tell me to forget you as if its simple
But my darling it is not simple at all

Submitted: Monday, September 11, 2006
Edited: Monday, September 06, 2010
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