6:55 p.m. -- what have we become?
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a desperate cloud hovers over my shadow. i don't know where to stand. i laid all my feeling on the table. i try to read what the beats in the heart try to tell me, but all i hear is you. your harsh words. your plan to pick up your life and my decision to give you the universe. ("love stinks" for those of you who know what i mean). a few professional chit chats, and quick goodbye's over the phone. i cannot breathe... look down at my finger. the sparkles of what represents our future have seem to lost their glow. my phone is still, dead, soundless. will you ring? door...will you be knocked on? love of my life, where have you taken me? and when will you take me home. Samantha book funny faces the corridor of poetry bookshelf stories 'n stuff cast |