Open Poetry #47 |
a thousand words not said |
twistedpup Member
since 2011-02-25
Posts 115 |
There is so much to say not enough thought to it refusing to ramble, wanting it all to make sense. Cant stand the thought of you gone. Missing you already, wondering if youre missing me. Though you will only b gone a month it will feel like an eternity. Though its only been a week, youve got me spinning. standing a street so familuar, some of the road shattered from past hurt. Now wanting to try again, with the possability of a new start. *hugs* |
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