Wednesday, May 6, 2009

poem--- curse

Is this my wish-
or merely my curse?
Dreaming feels so good.
Yet it hurts much worse

Now here I lay-
or more so sit,
and long to remember.
Though I wish to forget

It may be a lie,
but I know you would stay.
If I could now think
or only just say:

Something simple-
far, far from poetic,
it has to be fun
but not quite romantic.

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