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Click hereThese are the contents of my head.
I do not think of you, because to
think of you would be futile and
wrong and even dangerous
even more dangerous
than trying not to think of you
feel you
feel hope and passion and joy and
discovery and loss
of innocence
and wish and want and more
and now and
then
it turns to wait
long and pain and loneliness
fills hours and hours and
even when we're together
we're apart and
alone and straining
across distances of time and
fear and silence
of regret.
Faith takes work
and sacrifice.
These are the contents of my heart.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,500 poems.
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Risia,
As always I am impressed with the depth and eloquence of your words...with this one, I felt as if they touched my heart.
Your devoted fan...Heather xoxo
in the darkness of the heart is to learn to apperciate the beauty even in the farthest reaches. nice work, Sabina
... to rock me with your words. Again, very well done. ~Imp