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Written by Tabitha   
Friday, 16 May 2008
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Another ramble of thoughts on a different someone... just needed to vent and this is what happended....

 

Pondering questions inside my head

with so many things left unsaid

i know how i feel

i know what i want

i can feel it in my finger tip tops

down to the bottom of my feets soft spots

you're all i desire

  want and will ever need

falling inlove faster than i can blink

  or even begin to breathe

alone in my journey

without i will be

for you have no desire to return my love and remain with me



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Posted by resistanceisfreedom
2008-05-17 10:15:22
....

sad. but well conveyed.
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Posted by Bomber
2008-05-22 06:12:11
Loved the line

"down to the bottom of my feet's soft spots"

That made me feel your vunerability.

A sad but poignant poem.
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