The scheme of all things is so grand in design.
The solders that march through the beats out of time.
The winters that wield a delusional stare.
So off I go again and seem not to care...
...'bout reasons and feelings that I will admit
are not of the right kind and most are unfit...
...for usual circumstance, heated to high.
I've asked the same questions that revert to 'why'.
But I am in junction with old bitter pain.
And from this I've gathered a life that's no gain...
..among what has beauty I give just a hint
of destructiveness and out the door love went.
Copyright 01-14-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
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I like; I like. Succinct and flawless. Try mine - When Love Dies - Adeline