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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A fear. Losing what you do not want to lose.

Used to write to make a rhyme

Senseless writings with no meaning

Then I learned I can do with out

Organize my thoughts with words I’ve saved

Seems to end up rhyming excellently


It took so little to express myself here

Took so much to express myself to you

I’m to blame


It takes twenty minutes to write

For what seems like an eternity to discover 


From words planned on a napkin

To text delicately placed into type

Evidence enough to show

Something beautiful can stem from nothing


I gathered I’d walk away hurt

Never thinking I’d experience it as ups and downs throughout

Questioning myself and my actions to their entirety

But never to their sincerity


This experience with you was substantial

Assume it could help with another

But I wanted it to help with you

Doubting their could be another


Afraid to walk away

Knowing you’ll catch me glimpsing back

Buckling at the knees

Quivering at the heart

I’m afraid


Submitted: December 12, 2006

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David Kyte

your right, poems dont have to rhyme, your work seems to flow to just fine, i like it dude

Tue, December 12th, 2006 5:45pm


Thank you!

Tue, December 12th, 2006 12:04pm

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