Friday, November 12, 2010

seasons change

Spring
Your lips next to mine
Your stories made me laugh
I let myself cry
Let myself let go
Let you

Winter
With my poetry
With my words
My music
Myself
Again

I like this me
Too
Again

2 comments:

  1. You asked me why didn't I tell him. I didn't tell him because I didn't trust that he would hold my secrets precious...its a good thing I didn't. I always knew in the back of my mind I was not sacred or cherished. vb

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