I wish I would stop this,
measuring my words to you on the screen,
and talk as freely,
as confidently,
and brightly ,
as all the beautiful cells,
in your body.
You know,
I had this poem out in pieces on the floor,
but after everything,
I typed,
and deleted,
and typed,
it really didn’t need to be that long at all.
Uneasy Words.
Started by davidsevern, Sep 06 2011 09:33 PM
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