oh... I hate the waiting game.


Burning My Pockets

If you must seize the day
Value who's in your life
Why should I play this stupid game?
Shouldn't I just spill the words
that eat holes in my pockets
and burn the thoughts I form?

But yet I wait,
jumping into your arms
and telling you all my deepest fears
and loves
with the simple recesses of my eyes.




Poetry by Inchworm
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Written on 2009-06-25 at 03:00

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