Hurt
i want a drug to show me love
and
everything else
that's lost
inside.
i want the patience to perceive
that
all good things
come
with time.
i want to wonder without worry
and
calm down
the demons
of my mind
i want to listen to the music
as
i prepare myself
for the rest
of my life.
This poem was written by soulspin on Apr 20, 2001.
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