Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Poetry is for pussies.


Love is a dream that we forget once we’re awake.
Lust is the longing for a physical ache.
Dreaming is my mind telling me what I should feel
Longing is just enough bitter to make us heal
I dream, I love, I lust, I take
I feel, I forget, I heal, I wake.
To have the love unreturned is the hardest part
To start anew with only one foot forward is a pretty rough start

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