February 25, 2009
Fleeting thoughts
Once upon a day so dreary, a girl sat alone and weary,
She was neither lone nor jaded; simply felt as though the time had faded.
What once was a splendid thing, now tarnished like a forgotten ring.
Unrequited affections scar, a passion taken much too far.
What once was whole, has paid your toll,
As new loves take wings on bated Doves
