I tried to write of you today with intricate words;
Unhurried, sentimental, beautiful.
I thought they could be mirrors,
A reflection of you.
Somehow though, they resound with hollow emptiness,
Ringing of my failure in their incompleteness.
I know now that you can not be caged
With pretty words girded with affection.
You are free and full.
I can only speak to you silently with my soul.
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3 comments:
Child, you blow me away.
Answer your phone this weekend!
wow.. yes! i like this a lot too! i can relate.
you need to learn not to fall so badly. but this is beautiful.
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