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KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited May 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
my tired eyes just want to see you
because they never really have
your love is like an eyedropper
but right now its filled with sand

now sleeping brings no solace
your little face is on the back of my eyelids
will I ever sleep again, I wonder
or will you torture me forever
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    oooooooh i liiiiike this.

    a lot.

    seriously.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    Very nice....very nice. Short and sweet. Never really close your eyes...and you will see.
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • VedderGirl27VedderGirl27 Posts: 69
    This is really good. I feel this way every damn day.
    There was a whole inside his soul a manicure couldn't fill. So he found himself a whore to love while daisies choked in the windowsill. *JK*
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