to a dear friend part II
wait. we are not at the end.
new days. new ways. new waters.
believe in the train
that will never arrive
believe in the night
and its end.
trust and lust
under the cover never
judged. never let go
of my tormented soul
i miss you in ways
that my words try
to hide...
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Nov 17, 2007.
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