Saturday, October 29, 2011

the wind calls our name.

I've been finding puzzle pieces of us
Kept in the dust
I've been hiding letters and photograph frames
To forget your name 
We were never meant
to be this damn broken
Words were never meant
to be this half-spoken
Winding Circles take me back to
The place I knew when I was with you
And all we see has gone away

(i wish. youd stop calling me at one am. i wish. he'd stop looking into my eyes, and knowing ive missed you. i wish. he'd stop loving me this much, so unconditionally. i wish.)

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