By terry
Date: 25 September 2000
the last unicorn died long ago...
sleeping the sleep of an innocent
dreaming the dreams of a lonely heart
reaching across an empty barren expanse
i pull a pillow to my chest
and pretend I am not so alone
not scared
certainly not so weak
as to cry in the night when
all I have to do is squeeze a little stronger
hold on a little longer
ignore the sound of silence
as the clock ticks down the pages
of a life scribed in disappearing ink
so I'll go ahead and cry anyway
because the last unicorn died long ago
and I haven't seen a rainbow in forever
and there's a rumor going round
that the keeper of the gates to heaven
lost the key yesterday
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