Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

December 1, 2007

Move

by April

Try to move.
Arms feel glued.
Can't let go.
Only you know.
Who am I.
Can't let this die.
Love me more.
Than anyone before.
Forget me not.
I'm not who you thought.
Pale blue eyes.
They hold such beautiful lies.
Pulling me in.
My head spins.
Love me still.
And I promise I will.
Never let go.
Time moving so slow.
Hold me tight.
Against my might.
Try to move.
My heart's still glued.

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