Saturday, January 9, 2010

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I missed you

A rainbow reverie

A promise, a probability  

A fantasy song playing in my head

I toyed with the idea of you in my mind

Hiding from mountains and roads

Seeking nearness

Then you came

Busted open

Popped the screw

And invaded my space

You burned me more than fire

I couldn’t sleep

My heart was racing

My genie got out of the bottle

How did that happen?

Really.

Please, would you? I beg.

Not now.

The emerald glass bottle is safer than my ribcage

Less commotion

My heart is old already. Tired and old.

Would you? Please? …go back?

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