Sunday 27 March 2011

A Letter to Letters

These bonds grow tighter, gripping
the harder I pull away.
I feel my passion slipping;
patience has been led astray.
I see more letters ripping
for I can’t find words to say.
Tiredly tongue tied, tripping
you are driving me away.
Until my ink is dripping
my words or I cannot stay.

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