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.
When I pine for you, for just one look and one smile from you, I make a lot of noise by writing pedantic poems, telling you all that goes on in my heart and head, but always afraid that this very telling, this very...
I know this much. I am heading for ashes. Knowing this, Having known this for quite some time, I float above forms, And above objects with names. Now and then My eyes are caught, In her diamond looks, By her...
Your indifference, like this year, will roll into the next. Defiant, Saying we were never together. Hmm. True. Your forearms, bare, Your palms, damp, your eyes, alarmed or upset or sometimes both. What about them? Now I...
Does it happen to you? Lateral movements digging deeper, seizing, arresting, creating heart attacks.
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