NJ (April 21,1987 / )

For Fear That My Words Shall One Day Be Thought Of As Redundant, I Write This

I bring to you now
the same message
as I have
a hundred times before
I'm rearranging the letters
to make my message clearer,
more defined
I yearn to let you
know my passion
in its highest form
But I pray that you would
silence me before
my words ever become
played-out lines
are merely disregarded;
lost in the static
of everyday conversation
Just as candy should never
become the main course
to a meal
I hope that my declaration
of love for you
does not fade into
some tainted idea
of a casual
modern affair

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Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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