posted January 29, 2012 05:55 PM            

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This cracked stone on a tarnished band.
Weighs heavy on my hand.
Cold against my skin.
And loose again.

Never really fit.
Never even thought much of it.

Until I realise,
Looking in your eyes;

It was never me.
But the fantasy.

How did we get here?
Why do we stay?
Will you ever love me?
Is there any way?

Or am I forever relegated,
To that box inside your head?

Of those who've gone before -

Who've failed?
Who've fled.

I chose to be your wife.
I've given you my life.

I remember when ...

Before this gem had lost its spark,
The band its shine.

In a now distant glimmering;

I was still me.
You were still you.
We ... were a 'we'.

And the future was yours and mine.

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Stargazing in Hollyweird,

-AMP

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Karma's a b*tch.