I'm taken,
swept by the separation
of a pane of glass
as though permission's granted,
not having to ask
to watch you
and think of you
and wonder what's to pass
if I step beyond
the reflection
and make ask you out the task
but at last lights flicker,
switching off for the night
and chairs empty resigns me
I should have earlier strived
taken up with courage,
boarded up with bold
when I had the time
cognitive ability lies
as self-preservation
before abating belies
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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memories & previous plans
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October
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- A Looking Glass
- The Prisoner Of Cynicism
- Hold Steady, Love
- You're Growing Hope And It Sells
- Your October Coat
- Priorities
- I Lied About Nine Thirty Five
- Wild Years
- The Presence Of Love
- You're A Coward For Words
- What Common Denominator?
- The Weight Of A Piece Of Paper
- Love Knows No Long Distance
- Let's Hope It Lasts
- How You Get In My Head When Drunk
- The Heat Of The Moment
- You Don't Wear Your Wedding Ring?
- We Didn't Fit From The Beginning
- No Excavation Of Feelings From The Chase
- To Say 'I Love You' Isn't Warranted
- Whilst You Were Dreaming
- Maturity Sees The Glue The Past
- Tattoo Two
- You're Billboard Boyfriend Material
- Spare Empty Chair
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