amour de soi (pas assez)

it's not enough,

it seems.

i seek,

in waiting,

sometimes in patience,

at times not.

then i crumble into pieces,

into words that are true

yet some lie.

until confusion lays me down

to slumber,

to forget,

and to be lost

as the clock ticks...

exhaled by milbenski at 1:01 AM on Saturday, March 03, 2007 | 0 comment(s)

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