WHAT FRUSTRATES*

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JOURNAL # 38

rivers run deep
while in this moment
I weep
for you my heart beats
out its crimson tears
bawling like a mad calf
why can't your face
I keep
to remember when
I sleep
that it's you
in all memories deep
too much image
not enough substance
that is 'What Frustrates'..............
(Aug. 13, 2010 1114am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for the man who has captured my enchantment and made it his own.

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