poems written on the fly

you could call it that … yeah

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 19 April 2010 at 12:11 pm

can’t eat
can’t sleep
can’t stop thinking
of you

waiting for a call
e-mail
chat
text

something
to let me know
you’re thinking
of me
when I’m thinking
of you

knowing
it’s no good
being like this

but doing it
anyway

’cause there are
no answers
only questions

so why not ask
the same one
over and over

(D. James)

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