Vulnerable - A poem by me she teases...
makes me long for of things just out of my reach...
things I wish to have again, but never will...
should I really long like this after so much time has passed???
every time I open the drawer, and try to muster the courage,
I slam it shut...I can't look at that old pair of sun glasses without crying
everything's a memory...and every face bears a resemblance
every fair...every dolphin...every kitten...reminds me...and brings the pain
making me vulnerable...vulnerable to feelings that only open me up to pain...
and I cry...again
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contentCurrent Music: Invisble by Clay Aiken