I tried to write a poem about you, but it didn't work very well. My poetry has always been a way to say things I can't say outright, and I feel I could tell you everything. I had a few lines, but they didn't go together at all.
My skin is alive with the thought of you
Your name is a smile on my lips
I am strung tight with anticipation
as I move closer and closer to you
But you already knew all that.
Oh well.
Sarah Jo
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
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