Sunday, November 27, 2011

How do you turn to poetry

 the pain is endless, the excitement is enticing, the suspense is agonizing. the touch is everything, her words are. what is left to be said. i wait for her. everything else pauses. her presence is gravity. this could be a good thing.
yet, this love is as death.   further attempts to.... Bye for now. got it

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