Wednesday, February 26, 2014

you, monsoon. me, teeming at the seams.

rain in your eyes
followed by clouds made of your sighs you a meadow damped by the dew here no hay will be made here no sun will shine


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me
teeming at the seams

with all that nothing filled inside


waiting to burst out


waiting

to meet
your everything
hoping
to make something


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