you are like my clouds that drift away when i try to hug them tight. and my starz that i just can't seem to reach yet still try to dance among. you are that secret that i have been trying to pretend i wasn't keeping. you are the poetry i have told myself that i had forgotten how to write.
you have made me a liar. and while i adore you for it...
i loathe my inability to come clean.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
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