Words take me away but you bring me back.
As moments pass in phases, simple
days turn to drawn out glances,
and time is no prisoner to us now
as we sit and linger on about
the ways in which we've changed.
Hopelessly dreaming of heart pounding
convictions with often fits of indignation.
And then a silent touch...
sweet calm fervor.
Dashing thoughts hold placid
unprovoking yet provoking still.
How can I now explain this loss
of concern as I am now content.
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