Poems from andreasthered

She's a frequency- I'm always tuned in.  The radio has only her station:  I try, I try to tune it out  but these waves stretch time and...
You told me I was creepy, I said you were wrong. No longer did our eyes gleam with admiration; our love had gone. 
Seeing you is agonizing. In reality I'd rather be asleep.   Because in my dreams we're still friends, and I have no regret. 

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