What is love?A Poem by JacobYou were looking at me with your big wet eyes longing, asking, waiting and I am standing there in the rain two years after our first meeting
we were running in the same square the city was so new and magical for me catching a bus, laughing loving, blasted with life and dreams f**k, how have we got here? was it written somewhere there? I love you but I´m not happy I don´t find the will to go on but I love you f**k, we wanted it so no words to paint the pain we did it all all that we can so how can it be? exausted, no forces no breath only a broken dream a broken dream of love
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2 Reviews Added on November 1, 2008 Last Updated on November 8, 2008 AuthorJacobAboutHi, I always thought that I was born at early morning time as my mother told me, lately I decided to find out and in the hospital in Jerusalem they said it was 9:15 in the evening. Someone very nice I.. more..Writing
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