originalpoemsky

a dense fence extends from the non-existence of your love,
the tear of the air we shared fared worse than a pair-less dove.

when the past amassed to harrass the last of the departed,
yet another shudder studders from within the gutters of me broken-hearted.

i have kissed, missed and dismissed, tis not uncommon before,
but why do i cry, sigh and try for the highs of afore?

you delighted with bright lights and sights but alighted too early my dear,
so should i be free, should i flee thee, or should i keep you near?

- moby sky