Wordwyse
a poetry blog
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Downfall
I fell down
the cold, dark well
of your smile -
prepared for
impact.
You fell down
the bottomless pit
of my passion -
totally
unprepared.
In the end
I hit the ground
running -
your crash
was fatal.
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