Friday, May 6, 2011

my version of the end of The Great Gatsby.

tomorrow we will wake up.
into the oncoming crowd.
hiding our faces,
hiding our thorns.
eyes searching for the one we want.
the one we need at our heels.
and so we run, farther from the sun each day.
until one day, we forget what it was like to have that warmth...only true love may bring.

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