Abigail The Heart Breaker

Words I try to grasp at
Slip through my fingers like silk,
and all that I can think of
seems trite

This might turn into a hopeless rant
of a fool not in love,
because how can there be love?
when you’re

Did I just make this pathetic?
I didn’t mean to sweet Abigail,
it’s just that, I thought of you
and I’m afraid today
I am so


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tropical seagull
    Nov 16, 2012 @ 10:20:29

    I absolutely love this poem and concur with every word of it.
    And more so because abigail’s the name of my android.


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