Sunday, July 19, 2009

a SWITCH

The passion is hot and fiery, then cold and icy
The feeling is warm and fuzzy, then chilling and died
The love declared is everlasting, then lost, it meant nothing
The smile so sweet, now just a silent twitch
The arms that embrace, now have faded
The kiss so passionate, just isolated.
The words ever glorious, withered in the grave
The pledge of being together, now never to have.

The mind that is ever so fickle
The feelings that flicker
Like a SWITCH.

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