"Rusted"

"Rusted"

A Poem by anaisbelieve

i miss the way

we used to talk

now you're

always spent

working and

i am wordless

when it comes

to you it makes

me blue a

love which hinged

on the door

that opened into

the frames of mind

you used to produce

has rusted with no use.

© 2011 anaisbelieve


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Added on October 5, 2011
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