Wednesday, May 13, 2009 @ 6:00 AM
A poem i composed. Thinking about the messages the handshakes the abnormal nicknames the everlasting laughs i would love to cherish them again but if it were'nt for your plane we would be on that ride again. |
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There could be fogOr maybe just a mist And inexplicably I'll fade to white Vanish, and be gone Or it could be night Then you will discover A space so hollow A quality of missing Each hour more bottomless than the last But it will be nothing The howl must strike the right resonant frequency Then, only then Perhaps glimpse a puff of breath You must utter Jerks you from your sleep And you will know how And know what missing is Talks
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