Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

April 16, 2011

Should I?

by Anonymous

don't figure me out,
i can't tell you one thing.
wait, stay, is that all I am?
I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO ASK YOU TO STAY?
but, thanks to me, you don't know a thing.
no, i'm not DESPERATE, I refuse to show
but does that make me a coward?
NO, I AM STRONGER THAN BEFORE, STRONGER THAN ALL ELSE.
but, what can I say?

every word I whisper,
is a part of me that i begin to trust,
every word is unheard.
every word i say is unheard.
but if I do speak,
please listen,
and know that once I tell you,
i am confiding in you,
may it be the littlest thing.

please, remember me.

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