Friday, November 23, 2012

Unnamed


Not every love can have a name
my love is a bastard child
it came unwanted
unasked for
it sits at my door
unclaimed
I shut my ears
to its desolate cry
I wait for it to die
I look for a grave
unmarked 
in a wilderness
a burial
forgetfulness
not every love can have a name
my love is a bastard child..



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