Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Poem: That Pitiful Thought

As the thought creeps up;
my mind slowly starts to agree;
what if? What if?

So much would be left undone;
time goes to waste,
it would all unravel;
wouldn't it? Wouldn't it?

Everything left behind;
for someone else to fix up, 
love wasted;
would it be? Would it be?

As the thought creeps up;
day to day;
I wish I knew, I wish I knew...

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