what i saw in you –
i needed to see in me.
and what i felt for you –
was what was missing from my life.
like a hand given –
but not taken,
a glance –
not returned…
desperation –
a weight – too heavy for this heart to hold,
chains of bondage –
locked tight,
and you,
the key!
nice poem
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I know this feeling… I was wondering earlier why we always seem to realize this after the moment has passed, after it shouldn’t matter anymore. Oh, but it does… Maybe only to ourselves, but it matters.
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