Tuesday, July 24, 2012
you didn't arrive with me
those days i felt you
might someday form
out of clearer blue,
call because you are
weary knowing never
so misunderstood
wonder in its how you
look from what you've kept
held away from another
who'd not hurt your soul
like that wary disbelief
of being in fallen love with
who won't know your grasp
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