Love - The End
My distance from you, you yearn for.Your distance from me will soon become a reielf to you. No more thoughts. Maybe dreams of someone else, something new will come to you.
Love will find you, love has lost me, never quite in my pocket.
Love will cover you and keep you warm. Sorrow has found me, and covers me, smothers me, slowly killing me, giving me life.Anger regret and loneliness, feed me, and shelter me.
Self pity and sorrow, clothe me, and my tears of blood and dirt will quench my thirst, and eventually death, will bring me relief.
April 2012
poem by Jill Laughlin
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