Lost Days

Rote motions that lived him would never end.
He used to think they always would be friends.
Now days go by and nights just sigh,
remembering lost days of paradise.

He used to live in heaven in her arms.
Love and laughter, endless charm -
these things she gave to him.
He never shared the plans of his betrayal.

All that he had won was turned into a blasphemy.
Suspended in a world in between.
Limbo was an emptiness
he couldn't comprehend.

Rote motions that lived him would never end.
He used to think they always would be friends.
Now days go by and nights just sigh,
remembering lost days of paradise...

? Michaelette ?

7/4/2002
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