Miscellaneous poetic jottings
Monday, December 5, 2011
ALL THE TIME
I'm tired,
but I slept.
I'm hungry.
But I ate.
I'm lonely
and I'm in this crowd.
I'm sad
but I laugh.
I speak
without meaning.
And I think of you
all the time.
I think of your touch,
of your smile
of your eyes.
And I think of you
all the time.
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