Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Monday, April 25, 2005

Down and Slow

It is a slow heavy-ness
that bears down
on your soul
when you've lost

It is a sharp pain
that won't let you
love again
when the phone rings

It is music
that has lost its sense
of mystery
when the doors close

no air

no air


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