i told you id write
and write and write and write
about circles round and round
but that was a lie
because i cannot write
about shapes and patterns
when you have my thoughts bound
the truth is really
that when youre without me
i cannot help but to reflect
on what we are and what is next
my memory movies
play more than they should be
your phrases and words
sing out like spring birds
i cannot hide
what makes me love you
is the fact that you cried
i cannot forget
what makes me care most
is the cut you suggest
i can no longer ignore
you arent who i thought you were
but thats why its you
that i adore
i would like to love you forever too
for now at least...
youre ridiculous
and not for me
but i dont want it
any other way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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