Filipina Babe
Ramblings and Reflections of a Filipina Babe.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
When I Stop Loving You
You are as cold as a waning moon, eclipsed.
A dried frosted petal caught between the canyon's rocks.
You dissolve slowly withering in a void.
You are inertia a lifeless form
When I stop loving you
you are Death itself.
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