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write me like i am your poetry
like every word you write
covers the whole of me
write me like i am your poetry
like i am a figment of your mind
a fragament, one of a kind.
write me like i am your poetry
like you’re running out of words
and searching for something to say.
how can i write you like poetry
when i can only approach like a folded note
where emotions are hidden behind sanitized prose.
How can i write you like you are my poetry
when in truth you are neither the figment or fragment
but the totality of my thoughts
the air that breaths life to my existence
How can i write you like you are my poetry
when the millions of things i would like to say
is silenced by doubt and by fear
and the words uttered will always ring hollow
and consummation will surely lead to sorrow
it is better this way…without words
The distance feeding our longing
And the silence feeding the hope that gives solace to my hungry soul
platonic excursions
July 16, 2009 at 7:32 pm