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This poem is for you this time. posted on: Tuesday, Feb. 07, 2006 at 8:54 pm |
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I wrote a poem for you today, Then I tore it up, And threw it all away, But I pressed so hard, The next page is scarred with it. I wonder how many poems, Short of a love song we are? And as I watched the fragments Cascade down, feather light, I realised, You're telling me to wait, I can't give you something you already have. So borrow my time, You need it more than I do, I'll just keep writing poems, 'Cause I'm one poem short of a love song. I wrote a poem for you today, Then I tore it up, And all the fragments flew away. So long and goodnight. |
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