pfp revisited

November 17, 2010 at 8:46 pm (Uncategorized)

every other day
pieces of your heart
came to me
and now they sit, wrapped together,
closeted.
a secret,
just like you.
there,
just for me,
when no one else was.
I should have thanked you better.

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Just a thought.

November 10, 2010 at 8:53 pm (Uncategorized)

trust may equal hurt,
that is certain
but does the inverse hold true?
it seems the only thing to do
is leap. and trust.
lay yourself out on a silver platter
and wait for love.
or a dagger.

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