It hurts. It is beautiful. Oh, yes.
Do I want it?
Ignoring the signs
Was easier.
Now the pain pierces me.
Will I heal?
Feel the blood rush.
Butterflies flutter.
The soup of emotions.
Will there be calm?
I acknowledge.
Ache, greed, fear.
or a tender, warm present. A future.
Is it a trance?
The questions lingered.
Seemed like forever.
Washed away in a flash!
Crystal clear.
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Saturday, December 6, 2008
Acknowledgement
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2 comments:
Nice Poem. :) Does it feels all the time?
love the way you write!
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