And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
Other women, possessing key value pairs, With dictionaries of obsolescence as resumes. She, she isn’t thinking about you She’s got her Tesla, her twins, and her career future to worry about. She, she already...
I can see her saying she loves me. Barely the words left her lips and they are already reverberating a millionth time in my head. Already reconfiguring my brain circuits. Raising the action potentials, reconnecting a...
“You and I are one,” said I. “You and I are one, forever” said she. Her bold hand Took my quivering palm I bit my lip. “Can life be this safe? This glorious?” I smile at my sudden...
If you let yourself go fat, and a bit of you begins to be amused by the world’s tantrums, And another bit of you is a witness to this amused you but in a passing way, then, my friend, there’s hope for you...
Sunday afternoon I am quiet, with aspiration. I haven’t spoken for nearly forty hours. Through the glass windows, I hear the top of the trees rustling. I think the leaves are getting ready to mourn me. Soon the...
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