Obliterate – II

Posted on June 26, 2010


She dreamt of dreams, of dreaming together.
He sang to the tunes, of being together.

She wore, the colours he chose to wear.
He swore, to be the colours she wore.

She saw him burn out like a dying wick.
He killed the flame in her by blowing it.

He walked across the garden, as she waited,
Watching the garden bloom, painted their colours.
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