Wanted to post this on here, since all of my poetry will be on here instead of myspace from now on.
My head rests on your shoulder
We watch the breathing leaves
I grip your knee with my knuckles turning white
I think I'm going to die tonight
I feel my heart pounding out of my chest
It keeps stopping
But
It keeps starting again
We've been through it
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this conveys so much feeling, though it's so melancholy and wistful. it's a place i'd like to like to be as well.
the future is always ready to begin as long as we're willing to let it.
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And now for just letting it in....
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