Sunday, January 31, 2010

61)

the poet is speechless.

what could i possibly
say? my words feel so
fucking insignificant but
i try anyway, because it's
all i've got, because i don't
know what else i can do,
because i know he needs
all the love and support
he can get.

(life, life is too short. i
have once again been
reminded of this. and so,
i will savor every single
second--every kiss, every
touch, every word--i will
love like there's no
tomorrow.)

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