Thought to exist, but not yet detected
I'm always forced to guess, and I'm the one who's
Made us us. I come to her. I make it clear that
She is all the world to me. She smiles. She
Speaks, but will not say if she is happy I am
There, and I begin to doubt she is. I'll ask her
If I ought to leave, and she'll say “No,” but
Nothing more, her feelings still unknown.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-10-17 at 20:03
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Love as Dark Matter
Throughout, she's never made her feelings known.I'm always forced to guess, and I'm the one who's
Made us us. I come to her. I make it clear that
She is all the world to me. She smiles. She
Speaks, but will not say if she is happy I am
There, and I begin to doubt she is. I'll ask her
If I ought to leave, and she'll say “No,” but
Nothing more, her feelings still unknown.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 55 times
Written on 2015-10-17 at 20:03
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