10/23/06

moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
edited October 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I am praying for a loss for words
where you're concerned
When you're not home

My words give wings to lies
and a hundred doves rise between
myself and something stunning

I can see it when you're close
and I can read your face
feel your hands on my hips

You, my friend, are in love with me.
Without the dictionary...

Hope is quite uneccesesary.
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