27 August 2009

Isn't it funny?

Isn’t it funny?

Isn’t it funny how we promised things
That never would come true?
Isn’t it funny how I love who I am
When I’m not with you?

Isn’t it funny how you play at solitaire
With the cards for match game?
Isn’t it funny how I stop and stare
Whenever I hear your name?

Isn’t it funny how you begged me to write
Just one poem so our love would live on?
Isn’t it funny how my muse was asleep,
And she’s awake now that you’re gone?

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