POEM A DAY 2012
seven poems, seven days, seventh month
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
alphabet city
i feel weak
because i lack
what makes me complete
she's west
of me
and i wait
for that reach
to the east
or should i
try again
to find those hands
that i held so tight
for never long enough
I'D DO ANYTHING
to hear from her
once
again
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