PoeticaL's PoetrY diary
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12:32 a.m. : 2002-09-10
there’s a thousand things
i always want to say
then you come front
and i stutter
and i never find a way
to get a verbal rise on
all the things that
have to remain silent
when you are astray
sometimes the only sound
in my world
is the hard drive
looking for your name
sometimes I’m not
a good contender
competition for your time
makes me feel insane
i don’t even know
what I want
i just know i can’t
wake up
to the one day
when you haven’t
found a way to return
i have learned from you
beautiful things can’t be
grasped, sometimes can’t be
held or touched tight
just graced through our sight
like a shadow in the night
i just don’t care where
or even just how far
it’s just important to me
to know i can look to the sky
see a star
and know that somewhere
the world is the luckiest
i am the luckiest
i am blessed
to know that somewhere
somewhere…you are
i don't care how long you are back
it is when you are front
that i want to embrace you
love you
give you
everything that i have
for as little
for as long
as i can
for as forever
somewhere you are
