Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Defected

There was a light followed by a blinding flare,
and then it was gone.

Exploding like passion ignited inside.
And disappearing as instant as a shooting star.

Maybe you were just a missile.
But the damage caused,
Will never disappear
As easily as you did.

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