forecast today is
a heavy cloud
of unspoken words
watch where
you aim
such dangerous words
i could hit you
with this pillow
feathers well aimed
the cold wind
blows harder
in the dark
jane eyre
keeps me
company
thoughts of
you make
me lonely
every email
i send
is the last
my brother
ten years rest
in april grave
wine, george strait
my memories of him
shoved in a big box
fireworks
explode outside
my front door
another plane
another may
another day
morning call
in German
pretending it's ok
all we
will share
is our words
texas is
for
heartaches
california is
for
regrets
i keep deleting
the poems
of unhurried words
intimate and sincere
shared with naive trust
my thoughts raped
you won't
stay out
of my dreams
this eternal patience
is very long
and boring indeed
i hung up the phone
and wondered how i could find
lying to you so easy
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