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Kristina Faith Dec 2012
Poetry
  is an
enigmatic,
  waste of space.
               Or
perhaps an
  absolute,
epitomized
               truth.
Kristina Faith Nov 2012
all the time in the world for you
(my dear)
waiting (like breathing)
must
must
happen.
all the time
for you.
(my dear)
Kristina Faith Nov 2012
And this is the sky
what we see, what we aim for.
What limits us?
Kristina Faith Nov 2012
just tell me

enough

and I know
thats not

the truth
Kristina Faith Nov 2012
Funny, the truths we let ourselves accept
The arms we hold for
strength, hope, camaraderie  
turn us into *****.

Never seen someone
run so fast, walking.
We all find comfort somewhere,
running must be both of ours

Mistakes I made,
I don’t regret.
If my time with you had to be a mistake,
I’ll take what I can get.

Firm belief in fate,
Things do happen for a reason.
I still hear you, loud and clear,
Please don’t stop screaming.

The only thing I have is Faith,
never sure why, but it lingers.
It will all be ok, work out,
funny, the truths we let ourselves accept .

— The End —