Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Sometimes


Sometimes I want to tell you
that missing you makes my city
uncomfortable like a small shoe
and I cannot think of anything else...
Sometimes I want to scream out loud
that I am unhappy after you left...
Sometimes I am dreaming
and remembering everything in the morning...
I want to tell you ...
but I'm only saying "I love you "...
and all seems right!

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