Jerry, who I have just got in touch with, once told me my poetry was sentimentalists bullshit.
Do you remember Jerry?
So a decade, and more later, I'm still giving in to the urge. Apologies up front.
If I were brave
I would come to you.
If I were strong
I would hold you.
If I could believe in all
I would be with you.
My soul,
my heart
my earth.
You are
my
truth.
And yet
there is so little.
We ask so little.
We ponder,
We want,
I wish,
I feel,
I need
you .
Once upon a time we began with a
Kiss
a
promise
a
dream.
You and me
and some balloons!
Lost confused and looking for Inspiration - Stage 2
Friday, January 07, 2005 at 11:06 pm
A poem
said...
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