Gone

Gone

A Poem by The Adventure

To think I cry over a dumb thing like this.

To think such a full-proof plan had gone amiss.

You're supposed to be mine to keep

Instead, I just lie here, trying to count sheep.

 

In a dark deserted room

I sit and I swoon

Between consciousness and dreams

Where nothing is real as it seems.

 

Between fact and fiction,

Innocence and conviction

A dream that could never come to pass

A love that could all but last

 

Too far gone

Far gone...

© 2011 The Adventure


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Added on April 10, 2011
Last Updated on April 10, 2011