This moment
Dreaming of you with the break of dawn
And the waking of the moon
Like a disease, you spread through me
Haunting my brain with thoughts of you
Wanting to say so much
But I can’t form the words
My voice is gone
I hesitate, lost in the seconds of time
Hoping to see you again
And on that day, I forget everything except you and me
Nothing else matters
Because I know that this moment was ours.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Sunset | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
| Insomnia | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| His Goddess | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| A Willow Tree | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
| Shadows | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| This moment | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| People always leave... | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| Lying on the Floor | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| Russian Roulette | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
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