kitty smith

(11 23 99 / new york)

Today


love
love love love love love
i learned it today
he hold me and held me and took me away
i waited and wondered for a reason why
and then i asked
while so close to him
his heat and my heat mingling
our breaths, one
''because i love you''
he used to be my best friend
but what was he now?
he had a girl, a friend of mine
and it wasn't me
but i feel no misery
for he loves me much more then her
i hoped
my un-sureness only amplified when she was around
but when i saw him in the hall way
oh yes
he would hold me and he always knew when something was wrong
and i am happy this way
in a state of limbo
between yes and no
good and bad
and then you realize that were children
kids
and should be able to love free of anger
that's how it should be till we know the name of the grind
we should love free
languidly
and so i will free fall back into his arms
and hope he catches me every time
maybe one day he wont
but until that ill be falling
falling in love with you

Submitted: Friday, March 07, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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im drity
im clean
im loseing my mind

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