Monday, January 11, 2010


Six letters
Two syllables
But right in between the R and the T
Sits me

Taking two steps forward
Only to be knocked twenty steps back
The ability to tell you "no"
Is an ability I lack

Growing up
But acting young
Maturity shows up at its convenience
And in its absence loneliness, desire and want takes its place
When I close my eyes I still see your face

Do you wish you could take it back?
Erase every moment,
Every word,
Every touch...
How is it that I miss what I've never had this much?

Six letters
Two syllables
Seems empty on paper as it leaks from my pen
But so full in my heart and soul within
And right in between the R and the T
Sits you and me

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