Saturday, February 13, 2010

her white dress

Systems we know to be flawed, you use regardless. 
Complimentary are your words, actions so strange.
Beauty in simplicity & dignity. 
I'll open the door, if you'll give me the key. 
When I was young, her white dress was all I wanted to wear. But now, even love I fear. 
blocking answer, keep me pondering.
Life's circle.
 To put this simply,
I am,
perfect
only threw my imperfections.
What you are,
lover?
absent of a list
because I am only human.
All this is:
wanting, wondering.
Sincerely, 
patients.

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