Only For My Loneliness, by Tim Pozzi
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Fresh spoken words
like a symbol from your lips.
Something to kiss
when you're all but a memory,
and I can't sing
without your melody.
Hunched over the table,
inscrutable as I am
you're suited for the job.
Pick me apart and
throw me aside, for the moment.
For a few stolen
weekends we'll ride across
a sunset made in our name.
Curious to the
open-cages of this
barren landscape,
fresh faces born in
the places we still live.
I'll use you
as someone to dream in. |
Posted: 2012-03-24 17:00:50 UTC |
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2012-04-06 01:00:38 | sweetNsour |
Very interesting- good job keep writing |