I'm up late again tonight,
Tamyka Bell
Reminiscing
And just thinking.
Little memories wander aimlessly
Through my mind
Like the moths that flutter in the lamp's glow.
Somehow you knew,
And when I got scared you were there,
Touched,
Ready to touch.
Don't be conflicted, just remember.
A million words and phrases
Coined to describe the beauty of our world...
None of it compares to your eyes and sighs,
And it would be wrong to try.
15 August, 2004
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