Friday, March 04, 2005

* I miss you

I miss you.
You away from the eyes.
I need you away from the eye.
Your stone in front of them.
Cold, gray, and formed
In front of them.
But I get stoned over for you.
I lose sleep for you
I eye you.
I miss you.
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2 comments:

Nettie said...

Cool, but sad. I like how you separated the poems with asterisks.

7:18 AM
Pusher said...

asterisks rocks!

8:21 AM

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