Thursday, September 30, 2004

check-oetry

I miss you like crazy

I will feel uneasy

To die with my envy

To have you under me

To hold and touch softly

To whisper willingly

That my heart gets leaky

When I know you miss me

I’ve written this before

On this path I’m once more

Staring at the decor

Making my life feel sore

Yet still, I do adore

What spawn within our core

This child born from our chore

Will define us no more