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Saturday, July 24, 2010

IMY.

How come you don't miss me?
Why is it that I'm sitting here
Missing you?
I know why.
You're just preoccupied.
I know why.
There's others keeping your attention.
That's why you're not telling me
I wish you were here.
That's why you're not saying
I miss you so badly it hurts.
How come I still miss you?
You're my fairy tale.
That's why I'm missing you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

ILY

If
there
were

An ocean wide
And a chasm deep
Where I can lie
And laugh and weep

Then
Say
I

The rose of Sharon
The valley's lily
Is who I'd say
You've come to be

Come
And
See

Figures of sticks
With smiling faces
We've become
In confined spaces
But fairy tales
In some realities
Become more
Than simple stories
Yet seeds must die
Before they bloom
And that is why
ILY


ps
A longing fulfilled
Is sweetness still
But hope postponed
Has spears to kill

Yet hope that's right
Is hope for those
Who come to them
Our hearts to transpose