Thursday, July 14, 2011

i dreamed of this

i saved that for me and me alone
put it in a place where no-one else could touch it ever
tired of crooked words and fingerprints of untruth

i put it in the same place
as all the things i don't say or cover up
all the words i delete when no-one's looking
everything that's really me and no-one knows

. . .

2 comments:

  1. I love the poem and the photo (it's a little spooky).
    We all self edit and think about what ifs. I try not to, but it still happens some times.

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  2. I LOVE this poem. So much. And the photo is perfect.

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