Monday, September 10, 2012

Day 254/366

What a perfect day you could have been,
You became like any other.
What happened to the promised rain?
To the rainbows against the sun?

Such a perfect day this could have been,
If you had said nothing at all
No expectations to keep of you
Our song I could have sung. 

Oh! A perfect time this should have been,
Such a realistic portrait drawn,
A sip of wine and maybe cigarettes,
Between the ballroom dance. 

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