18/05/10

no
youthful burn
or impetuous tears
or a shyness
needing to touch
and to learn.
maybe
we dug so deep
that i forgot how to feel.
maybe love
is a calming peace
maybe
i always knew
i'd be here
waiting,
'til i've had enough
of being with you.
and the slow,
slow burn.

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[wolfshrew]

This mixed me up like a tornado, familiar. a reminder and it was put together in such a small little cluster, none of the needed descriptions left out.