مواقع قمار العب واربح المال الحقيقي مراهنات كرة القدم اليوم العاب ربح العاب مربحة على النت

My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

Sep 4

In you, and on you, and with you

She’s in your head and in your heart, she’s all over your skin. She’s this beautiful, nebulous maybe, yes, I don’t know, possibly.

She’s please God, please. Let me stay here, just let me stay. Please. Talking to God at 4 a.m. with the voice in your head, the voice no one hears.

She’s bright light and right in front. She’s vanish and perfect dark.

She’s sad songs, and lonely songs.

She’s Heaven and Purgatorying.

She’s want and wait, air and breathlessness.

She’s love and safe, peace and sleep.

She’s home and away, too far and away.

She’s your muse and your torment, forever in you, and on you, and with you.

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  1. Otávio Pacheco September 17th, 2010 12:51 pm

    This poem is beautiful and melancholic, or melancholically beautiful.

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