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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Romance/Love >> ID #1349447  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
in the early winter
this is for the one who's not mine, whom i cannot tell, to preserve anything in the future
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in the most subtle way i can, no one can know what i hide
an ocean breaks of what I cannot tell
I long to deplete the all of my quiet desperation
but reality overweighs my desire
as things are not the way i choose

restraint and as much self control a man can ever muster in his lifetime
'cause nothing makes a difference now
your heart opened and closed like a bulb in the warmth of the early winter
you must be so far by now

I sit and wait for nothing and everything
no time to rest and breath easy
and more time than i need to remember why i chose you

I don't know if i can learn to embrace your absence
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