i could do most anything, if i could

It�s the end
The end of the misery
It�s the end
The end of what you mean to me
Here is where it starts
As we start of slow
We start at the ending
What we never know
All is forgotten
Forgotten is gone
What only we have
Having prolonged
Circles and circles
And circle we talk
Talking about nothing
And nothing we have got
Casue it�s the end
The end of beginnings
It�s the end
The end of nothing

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your contrasts are so beautifully tragic. Each line is amazing, and as I read it a second and third time it seemed to become even more insightful into our relationships and lives. Brilliant!