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Opened Dust Covered Photo Album

Poetry By: foldingover

Being the dip-shit that I am, I keep thinking about what I at one point I stopped thinking about. Make sense? Probably not (I am pretty confusing). I don't know... Maybe it's because it was my first true love, or maybe it's because nothing else better has come along. I'm not sure, but I keep thinking about it. I am literally opening up something I really wanted to keep shut!

Submitted:Aug 31, 2007    Reads: 109    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Little things found

That reminds me of you

Afraid to make mention

Not sure what to do

Frequently found

With thoughts in this head

Frequently empty

While lying in bed

Most of it's me

Part of it's you

Certainly uncertain

To accept what is true

Eyes are misguided

Your hand in his hand

Myself in the background

As I stealthfully stand

Frequently searching

To refresh my mind

Hopefully holding the

Button to rewind

Lips are more lustful

As they quiver your lies

Pretend to make do

As you bat your blue eyes

Amongst all of this

I'm not sure what to do

For now I'll keep hunting

For what reminds me of you


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