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Mar 12, 2008 - 13:48 PM PST
A thought rushes thru an open space
Disappearing on a light breeze
Forgettable me
Longing for a voice to whisper softly in my ear
It never comes
And the emptiness leaves me feeling sick
Spinning around inside my head
I’m light as a feather
With no place to land

I wanted nothing more
Than what was meant to be desired
An outreached hand
An open heart
A mouth that speaks with sincerity
Tell me what I’ve done
What I can do
To be the person you see in your dreams

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Mar 16, 2008 - 09:11 AM

andreaj on
Wow. Just wow. You don't see many male writers, anymore, with the ability to make their words glow like you do. The emotion pours out of them. I love it. I loosely consider myself a writer, however my forte is prose and short stories. Excellent work!