Rings of Smoke

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distance

Posted on | June 25, 2008 | Comments Off

the small gap
between everything and nothing
contracted
by loneliness
and the mind is sent into a space time warp
near you

how i want to hold you,
and say,
“dont worry,poppet,
it will be all right,
i will not fail you this time round.”
to tell you,
that the best things might take some time,
but they do happen,
if we wait for them hard enough,
and this time i will make sure,
because we have waited long,
and you suffered,
but no more.because,
i will make things right.

how i wish i could hold your hand
and look into your eyes,
and tell you,reassure you,
that i love you as much as you love me,
in my own twisted way,
i have been incomplete without you,
and that i never forgived myself
for pushing you away,
and causing so much pain,
and that i suffered as much…

but i cant.
because i cant bridge the distance,
and you burn elsewhere.

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