27 Poem by Tori Bachue

27



Gliding, falling, to a new depth
Reaching out for new stars
Eyes that make me shake
Giving away luck again
Over all that I choose you
Relying on all that is me
You're afraid of
Love
Erasing words
Never to fall
Searching for you

Thursday, March 17, 2011
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