Sunday, July 20, 2014

Untitled poem

May-June 2014

Patience.
It's important.
Like most worthwhile traits,
The getting feels painful to wear,
But the having fits perfectly.
I play the game for you,
Though I despise the wait.
The between times sicken my soul,
Fill my lungs with longing.
But the worth!
Oh how worthy the prize.
How I detest you for being so worthy.

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