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July 25th, 2012

Summer rain

Rasps against my window pane

Grey and blue

Drapes over the horizon in vain

As I shove my head

Into my pillow

Dreaming instead

I was the oblivious resting myself under the branches of limp willow

The closest thing I’ve got to inner peace

is what I can’t understand

and the closest thing I’m hoping for in happiness

is what I want in a man

and once I find myself and another in that man -nothing-

not even God’s plan

no nothing can finish this poem

not even you can

All I ask is for him to pick me

Because when he disagrees all I can see

Are the most beautiful baby blue/brown eyes any girl will ever see

 

 

 

 

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