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[onigirigurl]

in the spirit of my poems, i' thought i'de post this one. I wrote it last year, and just changed two lines today. the last paragraph on the page is an except from a poem i wrote for chris for his lit class. hehehe.
My cue is love
My cue is hate
My cue is pain
This is my fate
As a tortured Heart
I carry the world
In this corner
Where her body is curled
My cue is sense
The sense of touch
I love his feel
I know that much
My fear of hands
My illness of lips
My cup runeth over
And then it tips
As a tortured heart
I watch from afar
I hold onto feelings
With which I do spar
His tears and his eyes
So salty and sweet
They melt me away
When per chance we should meet
I could hold it inside
These feeling I hide
Forever and ever
'til earthly forces collide
Then there's no pain
No need to forget
Just a mild understanding
Over what I had fret

As some sun breaks through the constant gray
A hope can be found in that single ray
A reminder that the sun will soon shine
The warmth in our hearts is surely a sign.