A witness to my own feelings and yet I could never confess - TopicsExpress



          

A witness to my own feelings and yet I could never confess anything The torn notebook pages from my later work, carry a memory Precious things I once said I could never part with leave me As a thick layer of doubt and regret encompass me I notice change If I hadnt looked at the women perhaps I wouldnt see her ghost Though she gave me a feeling I never knew in exchange for a conversation I could never compensate that loss of feeling and so the moment was lost forever finding some mutuality in causal encounters yet even that love was not enough Showers removed the filth but the rest remained I tried to rid myself of my habits But I realize theres no running in the world there is no place to hide feelings that slip out I see now that things are Meant to be... ... Just a thought
Posted on: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 12:48:09 +0000

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