feels unfinished somehow... maybe there'll be more


living in the past

i know for sure
that we can speak of everything
nothing that we can't work out
nothing worth remembering
it scares me sometimes
the things that I would do
not for the world
not to be nice
for the color of your eyes
you don't have to speak
i know

you know for sure
your tears will always bring me there
your lips sweet tenderness
the fear of being elsewhere
it scares me sometimes
how much I love you

and I know that we will forever last
if we're forever living in the past




Poetry by tonsoku
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Written on 2005-11-26 at 17:58

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Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
Woderful little love poem, not slushy and cliched. Just very moving,
Luv esti
2005-11-26