Tuesday, January 20, 2009


The hardest part is finding you again
I've looked and looked
Nothing compares to something.
I've traced my footsteps
5 times
5 different dead ends
One time I met at an intersection
I decided to go left
although right called me
because I went straight for 4 years
and backwards for 2.
Still the same dead end
just painted different.
Should I wait
for you
to press pause on my journey
or continue in this playground of play
while lust haunts me
and emotions tackle me
yet thoughts are forgiven
How do I seek you
where shall I look
Hear my plea
I've been robbed
looking for you
One took my passion
The other my trust
Both stripped my respect
as i tried
to retain
my love.

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