Thursday, July 18, 2013


I have a friend that hides his fears,
Pops his pills,
And loves his dear—
Part of me is jealousy,
To see a them where we should be,
The other half is as if a stranger at the windowsill,
Watching a lie from afar and knowing it’d kill
Me slowly over time,
You, each and every time,
You did not get the full of me,
Which is something I give to you so easily—
Ones and threes abound,
But I know the two of us are bound
To end up as one,
In time just like the
Sun eventually sets,
Which for now allows for me to rest,
To be hopeful
And to feel so blessed.

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