I want you so bad its painful.

I want you so bad its painful.








What are you going to do? I know, a cliché - Love problems aren't big enough to fit in a palm . the scapegoat of poetry, so pronounced, so hackneyed.



What are we suppose to do when you're drifting away from what everybody else sees, does everything mean nothing after all? - When are we ready to pick, when can I touch you? 'Never' feels closer me now then

ever,

never ever, touch.



You know that I look at you, I see you. I know every movement, your fingers over the strings. I se, do you? - They say that you see, they see. But we remain quiet, what a painful silence.







Long less, don't touch, don't ever interrupt - never live as who we are.









I want you so bad its painful.





Poetry by Sofia
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Written on 2006-08-12 at 13:36

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