Say something
Type something
Letters on a screen
Waiting for the
Flashing orange
That never flashes green
And if the poet
Writes his best work
When he’s hurt
Give him writers block
To save her first
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Last place that we kissed
In the bed behind me
Last ice cream we shared
While waiting for the bus
And trains that pass in motion
Was the last place that we touched
And just in case you thought
That I didn’t even cry
The tears ran down my face
Til the water had ran dry
It started with a hyperlink
And ended with a call
Though we all foresee the ending
We cannot predict the fall
Last message received
23:53
Last place that we kissed
In the bed behind me
Last ice cream we shared
While waiting for the bus
And trains that pass in motion
Was the last place that we touched
And if the poet
Writes his best work
When he’s hurt
Give him writers block
Written : November 2006
