I wrote a long letter today,
but I won't send it anyways,
I think you understand me more,
Than i could ever give you credit for,
Something about the way you move,
I knew you would always be cut loose,
I thought that wearing your ring,
Would tighten up those loose strings,
Its the beauty and the pain,
made me run back again,
Its the comfort in your arms,
Shelters from all harm,
I was so in love with you,
I was so damn in love with you,
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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when you're done, your poems should be bound in a book that you can hold in your hands.
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