Posted: August 19, 2016 in me

If been afraid to write my words

My words tend to stick

And stay

The things they’re about

Tend to not

 

I can barely look into your eyes

Or breathe the same air

Things maybe I once knew

But would rather forget

And can’t because they’re written down

 

Concrete words on feeble pages

Litter my optimism

And smother my hope

I’ve lost my faith in passion

And my confidence in love

 

Burr

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