Riley (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} morethings5) wrote,@ 2008-09-08 22:54:00 |
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| Entry tags: | poetry |
Revisitation Rights
Listen, darling, dear
I'm in a rut
My wheels are stuck
Produce I nothing valued from my pen
Nor graphite smear I but
That it returns to you again.
Cannot escape -
Familiar Face
Familiar Lines
I live through these
familiar times
I read my life
between the grinds
And find
that I return to you
Inevitably so, it's true
You're inescapable -
But know you I
Would never try
I simply mean
I never could escape to you.
