Friday, 25 November 2011


I wish

that we become how we were

that I remember that night and whether
I said no,yes,maybe

that you trust me

especially when I say
that since I've been yours

I have not looked at a single other man
as anything other than a friend
because I do not see their faces.

I miss yours
I love yours
I am yours

And I can't bear the thought of an incident
that I cannot recall or fathom
throwing that all away.

Here it is: Please I need you. Please don't go.

With love, Beau xx

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