Lights out

Feeling feverish to my dismay, under pressure while you're away.
Lights are out, just like you. I have to conquer my blue hue.
Fearing is what I do best. Tearing since you think less of me as I love you more,
leaning on this open door. Should I leave or should I stay? I'm so naive, here is delay.





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forever&&always said...
Jun. 27, 2010 at 6:22 pm
i love this poem too!
 
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