Thursday, March 6, 2014


In books, in quotes, in songs
I look for, emotions echoing mine.

But really, I want nothing more than see
Those feelings mirrored in your face.

I thought I had a chance.

I probably thought wrong.

Somehow, I did something to blow my shot.

Now, you're out of reach. A missed chance.

An old poem, rewritten today, and totally not reflecting what happened this day.


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