Saturday, April 27, 2013

You were wild and free,
Such a wonderful dream.
I would have followed you for days, months, years, lifetimes.
I can't help but to dwell on everything you were and weren't: mine.

You were the boldest color in my life,
Such wonderful art.
I would have painted, with you, the perfect scene: fear, adventure, hate, love.
I can't help but to dwell on everything you were and weren't: mine.

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