past life recollection.

i got my first kiss
a day too
early

painted laughter
touched up

not knowing that love could be so sticky

i never asked to fall asleep

cold promises produced no hand

(impending fear on white high)

your beauty came and went

hello

goodbye

like a salior without a gun

topless angel

scare

no

thing



Poetry by Aaron Jon Wells
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Written on 2005-07-26 at 20:32

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
"not knowing that love could be so sticky" -now that is a statement in itself, isnt it? :) as always, enjoying your poetry... and what style! beautiful work :) thanks for sharing :)

later...xx
2005-07-28