Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Futura Expectat

you turned me down and looked away,
didn't care for me to stay,
didn't hope for my return,
and made all those bridges burn.

now an ad to hire on
me, my like, upon the lawn,
me, my path, moves away.
I won't give you the time of day.

new chances will come to bloom:
I still hold hope, and it comes soon.
I need not you to keep me warm,
trust not you to do no harm.

you let me have a time to yearn,
a time to move on, to discern
breaking dawn of new days,
and a new place to stay.

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