you're supposed to learn to suffer <br />before you grasp the concept, trust <br />pressed between two pairs of lips <br />like sparks waiting to combust <br />but I've been thinking of the smiles <br />that I missed <br />all the hopeless hope <br />that I gave up for this <br />when imagination wanders <br />and in darkness, laughs your laugh <br />it seems to real for me <br />not to cry on your behalf <br />but if you can also see <br />him where we've yet to grow <br />my words will not quite reach <br />through trust not quite bestowed<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eight-ball-corner-pocket/
