02 November 2011

inquietudine

All day I wanted to talk to you.
I was restless becos I wanted to talk to you.
I wanted to listen to the music I burned for you.
All day I thought about you.
I was distracted.
And for other reasons I was angry and sad and not myself.
But then you appeared to save the day,
And I was thankful.

I need you.
I love you.
and
I'm sorry.

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