Thursday, June 27, 2013

Burning little fingers
The tapping of letters 
Though thousands of miles set us apart 
Still burned like a flame 
Not extinguished with distance 
Or time 

A week is nothing 
Days can't erase memory 
Of lonely nights 
And a burning screen 
Of unresolved passion 
And tears flowing freely 

Unaittable yet so bittersweet 
She's far away but so close 
Disappearing into loneliness
A missing piece of this puzzle 
Is only her. 

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