When That Day Comes
I was sitting, thinking about-
how much I really do love you.
Love being a thing that is wrong…
Wrong-because my darkness
My unchanging blackness frightens people…
My heart cried out, “Why?’-all…I could say…
Because-
There is a great price…
as I sit here to write
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im sorry.....im so sorry.....
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Aside from that, you and I are a bit alike. I've read through a couple of your entries and seen how you deal with emotions by writing. Poems, in particular. I'm the same way. Or, have been at times. I definitely have had long periods of inactivity, but I'm trying to start up again.
Anyway, just wanted to drop you this quick line. Take care.
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Ernest
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