Tuesday, 15 January 2013

poems

'end the day on a high (
with a little fluttering of the heart -
or what have you)!'

who knew it would be so simple?

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simplicity - yes of course.
the old, aged wretch asks for it,
the young girl longs for it,
but you can have it.
or at least - strive.

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i never used to believe in the future,
but now i do.
and that's not because, like the last time
i told you all this,
i am in love again;
like in 2012, the two times it happened
and i renounced my theories
and moved forward;
it's because it's true.

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