Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Love poem on the Bus

Must keep it tight and play the game
listening and laughing while love withers and dies
my pain is satisfying, it encourages
she continue to grow
while I deeper and deeper go
deeper and deeper into this forest
trying to find my way back home
home cant be found,
just these stars in the sky. 
Our souls are stars
in vast spaces of being.
I had a girl,
I loved her indefinitely.

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