So it is almost February and this time of year is most dreary! I have not written in a long time but here is something new. It does not have a title as of yet, feel free to offer suggestions!
You do not hold me tightly
Pressing in upon me
Your love, needed
So desperately
Your passive passions
Speak whisperingly, of
One who does not feel
Any care or concern
Your heart does not deeply burn
You meander through life
With never a worry
No eye fixed
Upon a dearest prize
A willow the wisp
A fair thee weather
Comprehending not
The shadow
Nor its cure
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