Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Tempted to dial your number, I won't,
I crave to hear your voice.
I have no intention of connecting, but I'm having difficulty stopping myself...

I feel shameful for not letting go like this, dragged behind you and you had no recollection,
You could turn around, but you didn't see me there.
Why did I hold onto you?
Why did I feel you wanted me to?
I think back on all the time I spent...
Dreaming of you. And I still do.

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