Drain me of inspiration
perspire me of dedications.
Make me so weak that
even words began to cease,
lose meaning, until my poetry’s deceased.
Only then, could I fully love you—
When my mind is at peace.
4 months ago on January 18, 2012 at 11:03pm
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