Monday, June 24, 2013

Every Night



I let it go
I let go of the waited calls
the waited words, coming homes of tomorrow
the whispers of its okay
go to bed


every night
I don't think of someone else
who holds me, who hugs me no matter what happens
with my ripped wronged wrung out heart
with my strung out our tuned out held out too long
worn torn body

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