Smell My Prose
Sunday, April 03, 2011
afar
I want to be completely honest
I let go of you the moment I saw you
Because I thought memories may wound me again
Like they sometimes do
Though dreams could never revive my hopes
The way God does
I fear
I do dream about you
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