It's not just all or nothing
or change and freak out
when the chances disappear.
Way out of here
there'll be words I could give,
more than just now,
or never give it all.
Is that what will stay
or up and disappear
forever like tears?
Mark words wanted
more than the chances
they disappear my way
or out of here.
There'll be tears
before my words
wanted more than stronger day.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 488
Love Affair
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.