Monday, October 7, 2013


it the tangibles
that i remember

your hair in your face
when you're trying
to tell me something serious

the glare you give
when you're trying
not to laugh at my jokes

oh to touch you again

it's the intangibles
that linger

the acceptance i feel
when you're trying
to understand my problems

the hope i get
when you're trying
to be better for me

stop trying, you're there

i live only to try
to give back to you

all that you given to me


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