A Broken Habit

July 7, 2010

he became a habit i couldn’t shake
like a junky, each day I wanted more

aquietnight and fourdayssilence

without a word he was gone,
leaving a trail of songs in his wake.

Posted by ingridchavez
Filed in poetry
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3 Responses to “A Broken Habit”

  1. Pifou said
    August 13, 2010 at 10:19 pm

    rare appearance on your blog. Seems you make the choice of silent.

    a…quiet life, the sweet hippy blood of a little girl in her elephant box, returning to seed, by the water, with a flutter and some words.

    There is no doubt : heaven must be here.
    :)

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  2. Aria said
    September 14, 2010 at 4:57 am

    Hello Beautiful,
    you have been lost to me for many years…find me
    love,
    aria

    Reply
  3. Amy Buchheit said
    August 31, 2011 at 4:15 pm

    Ah … funny I should find this now. I just had a man in my life … briefly, sweetly, deliciously, that consumed my thoughts, my being, my soul. He fed my spirit, he lifted me to heights I had never been to and opened me to things I had chosen to keep hidden, even from myself. I wanted more, always more. But he wasn’t good for me. Now he is gone.

    Delicious to find that I’m not the only one who allows her heart to be caught up, consumed … hopefully to emerge intact and renewed. I call that passion. You have plenty. :-)

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