I don't talk of you much anymore,
Mostly because I'm at myself in war.
Don't know if I really want you as badly,
Or desire your company as madly.
I may see you in a few dreams,
But that's all it is to it, it seems.
I lie in my bed waiting for the day I see you shine.
Then I'll decide if I really, truly want you as mine.
Half of the time I think you'll also fall,
But when you don't, it really seems like there's no point after all..
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
