Open Poetry #20 |
Unexpectedly (Part 1) |
kellinjar Junior Member
since 2002-05-19
Posts 40New Brunswick, Canada |
So far away, but close inside time marches on, I sit and bide Will you see it, floating there I dream indeed, to touch your hair you are there, but I am not time marches on, and I will rot from heartache, from pain extreme perplexed, I do not know what I mean need I do, for without unbearable time marches on, abscence understandable room in my heart, in these walls unexpectedly the curtain falls -- |
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Hallucination Member
since 2001-03-18
Posts 419 |
I really like this and I can really relate... Best Wishes, Brian. |
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