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Coward

In poetry on November 27, 2014 at 3:54 pm

I wish reading your thoughts was like opening a book.

Everything is laid out in black and white.

I wish skimming the pages was all it took.

To gain the truth of what is going on inside.

But reading you takes work and a lot of time.

I would like to say you’re written literature

Alas you are not because books have spines.

LDR I

In Meloncholia, poetry on November 25, 2014 at 7:57 pm

hold fast, love;

the tide is strong

how easily this gets wrong.

distance is our enemy

pushing and pulling like the tide.

hold fast, love

swim strong

our road to forever is ever long.