Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Bug

I'll be the mote in your eye,
I'll be the shadow you can't see.
I'll be the star in the sky,
that eludes you, won't let you be.

I'll haunt you in your heart,
and bleed upon you like tar.
I'll swill poison unknowingly,
ne'er leave a scar.

There will be moments when,
you will turn and look
for a shade that escaped
for a glance that took

your soul away.
For its never coming back,
the sense you lack.

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