She
By birksy
The first poem, she will be in it, and then the others, scripted one after the other, she will be in them, too. Cannot stop my hands from speaking her, cannot quash my mind from thinking her, she is everywhere I look. And I know tomorrow will be the same, will wake with thoughts of only her, she appears upon my eyelids. And when the last word falls, of the last poem I shall ever write, she will still be there. Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 07:24 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 8
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"The first poem, she will be..."