The man who has my heart
lives so far away
I can hear it beating, echoing faintly
From the direction of Africa
or is it Spain?
He sweet, and handsome
and dark as chocolate.
He is worth the work
so I keep trying to come closer to him
So our hearts can be in the same state
and state of being.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
gloomy
Each dark hourbeached like the Nautilus
in 20,000 Leagues
on a dangerous island.
It will not go away
never moving
it's cloud hovering
more eclipse than overcast.
Bringing me to weep
and stair at the barometer again.
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