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I'd Rather Be A Cloud
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The Letters Both of us have become
ghosts of one another
I have left you alone for months
wondering if you've noticed my absence
It has snowed, several times
and I've said nothing
Rained,
like the ends of the Earth
and I've been patient
I am no fool
I know what I am to you..
a running joke
or maybe a passing cloud
lingering for an hour,
no more
You could love me
and not say it
You could love me
and not remember it
Or
this affair may be done
I may not have gotten the letter saying
that you have stopped
Which is it?
There's not much worse than
There's not much worse than unrequited love. Too bad we can't turn love on and off at will.
My Secret River
I read this before...I love
I read this before...I love it. Anyone who has ever had to "write only" in order to show their love can relate to this. You're so subtle and so .... (damn...and I think I have said this to you before)... I can't put my finger on the word..
Well maybe it's because you have reached that point here you are just so "you", that there is no word but "you"... (and I think that's a good thing!!)
.... :-D
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I really am me :) I do pull
I really am me :) I do pull my writing styles from many different poets but in the end i seem to make it my own. I love your comments Allets and I hope to get more of them in the future!
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
All Sides Covered
A cloud eh? Nice end question! "I may not have gotten he letter..." What a wonderful ponder line. Well said, Used To Be. ~A~
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