Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I would not need to write this...
O n this sad Tuesday I am fondly thinking of the words you say and the things you do. and my old lie of not needing you disappears into the fine mist that from the gray clouds hiding the sun now, slowly drips. Loneliness is a harsh punishment for loving the right man, at the wrong moment, so I write, because you are not here, because wishes pent up in my heart long to be set free to be allowed to exist in the light. I write, but I am sweetly sad. For I know if you were here... the light from...
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