Friday, October 1, 2010

Poem #14

You are the center of my orbit.
Without your pull,
I would fly off
in some random direction,
aimless,
lost
forever.
1/26/02010

What's this? Two consecutive non-rhyming poems! Just hold on a while and soon we'll get to one of those poems that isn't a gushy love poem. Really. It's coming.

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