Monday, June 18, 2007

a rose by any other name..

she tells me i've changed
and that i'm this
and i'm that.

i argue and disagree now
and in future months,
i look back..

and all the things
i wasn't,
i am.

[written june 13, 2007]

[she holds me in her hands
even when she doesn't touch me..
she never touches me anymore.]

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