Wednesday, February 23, 2011

love is on the run...

and so is her make up. tears stream down her cheeks while she waits for the taxi to take her home. a late nite of hope has turned into misery, he's just like all the others, all the others, simply interested in, me, me, nothing but me, what's in it for me. is there a home for love on the planet or is love a myth that never existed. she runs in the door, throws her keys on the ground, runs to the patio door, opens it, and rushes over the side....falling. harriet woke up in a sweat. i'm alive she smiles. paddy wakes beside her, get us a tea luv...she hurries from the bed, runs to the kitchen, love she smiles...

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