when i dribble around in circles
there you'd be, steadfastly, next to me
there are days that i do not have enough of sorries to fill the heartaches
but there are always time we make for another embrace to reconnect snapped ends
i have only thanks written into the palms of my hands
that clasp yours tightly
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
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