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Come To Me

A collection of my poetry, usually written for the first time here. Love, confusion, and apologies are assembled here - all of those feelings that sometimes need to get out.

Monday, October 22, 2007

quiet

You stare off into space,
you admit it's your flaw,
but why is thinking so wrong?
I could be the hammer,
and you're the saw.

Compliments, opposites,
we get along so well,
but why don't you say it?
We could have something,
Throw your penny in the wishing well.
Posted by FoShnazzle at 8:33 PM
Labels: compliments, flaw, opposites, penny, wishing well

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