Taste each sorrow with a sip
Poetry - from emotion to reason and everything in between
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Maybe I need freedom, I'll take this instead
On a lazy Sunday afternoon
on that tiny bachelor bed
naked and desirous both
What's to come? What's that we had?
Maybe I need freedom, I'll take this instead.
This one moment
I can see tomorrow in your lovely eyes
and a shade of something I can't quite define
I, who fear rejection, feel so safe and calm
I, who fear the future and resent the past
Have forgotten all and will envision none
You have stayed my mind in this moment in time
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