Monday, May 31, 2010

Between you and me...

I am really proud of myself.

I wrote a poem yesterday.

The second hardest poem I think I've ever written.

I can really get in the groove when I write about people.

And I believe I have really come a long way.

With so much farther to go...

But why can't I write about him?


To the man who isn't home to me...

Why is it that I don't feel enough camp fire in my ribs

To cough up the same sort of flames from my fingertips?

When it comes to writing about you...

What am I missing?

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