Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Cross

I want to reach out.
To speak about it.
Using play on words.
To touch your differences,
as my differences are the same.
Your here standing,
waiting for an answer.
That cannot be described,
not in words but in actions,
that would leave you speechless.
I want something fresh,
I want something new.
Give me something to look forward too.
I'm ready.
I hope you are as well.

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