Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment.
To those song-
writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own.
To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Poem no. 3
I gather up
each sound
you left behind
and stretch them
on our bed.
Each night
I breathe you
and become high.
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