Apocalypse Minds

A fragment-of-dust love,
And a sting of insanity,
And you always might
Never justify.

And each miss another,
Limitless of time,
For the glimpses they are
Mere souls breathing underneath the skies,

You could never find that apocalypse,
Underneath their minds.
That mounts up to,
Greater than lives,

And all it ever took,
was a speck-of-dust love,
and a sting of insanity.


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    • ghazal
    • March 2nd, 2011

    i am happy u r back. its written beautifully and also someone’s growing :). keep up the good work dear

    • Thank you!

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