Friday, June 3, 2011

just a poem

Burning, pulsing, hanging in the air.
Wishing, yearning for things that just aren’t there.
Crying , sadness, empty wash me ups.
Settling, changing for someone I just am not.

Looking, searching trying to understand this all.
Unsure, unsteady, knowing I am for sure going to fall.
No time, forever, minutes turn into hours.
Thinking, hoping that it would change into something it won’t.

Passion, thirsting, just for a simple touch.
Painful, aching for the rejection  that is such.
Loving, loving these are two very different things.
Seeing, perception, not being the same.

Knowing, Needing, none of it really being met.

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