Sunday, February 26, 2012


Be still these rolling thunderheads behind my open eyes
If I recall this visage one more time 
You've lost yourself and I've misplaced mine. 

I've come back to greet the eye of the storm 
With youthful pride gone brave and blind. 
 just short of kissing the withdrawals goodbye.
It's good to see you my love. 

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