Post-it
Too lateToo tired
not a word do I have
yet my mind full of impressions and emotions
little yellow post it notes left on my desk
her love for me and gratitude
my oldest friend
her so close to falling over the edge
the memories from our past
the dark pain we both shared
but that's not what's bothering me
today
I cannot write
I can hardly breathe
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2011-06-02 at 23:46
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