Sunday Blues

Sunday Blues

A Poem by highonwords
"

for when you can't stop thinking of someone, without going to pieces

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Sundays, i pull the bed-cover
over my head, too much drinking
over too much remembering,
because i can't forget
your face, your eyes
that seem to tell me,
it is always time i forget you,
but i still can't think of you,
without wanting not to,
i want to think of you,
without wanting not to,
so i could clearly see you now,
make sense of your face, your eyes
somehow -
i just want to think i'm finally

finally, over you,
i just want to think of love,
again

© 2016 highonwords


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wanting to and being able to...two entirely different things when it comes to love.

Posted 8 Years Ago


highonwords

8 Years Ago

thank you so much, my friend, for the wonderful comment and visit :)

best,
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A great spoken piece! So many of us can relate! Nice job..

Posted 8 Years Ago


highonwords

8 Years Ago

thank you so much, eileenmarie, for the lovely visit and comment - much appreciated :)

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NOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..

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