Real
I don't have enough in me anymore to hope or to believeMy reservoir for toleration of building dreams on hopes and empty promises
has been polluted by too many others
Maybe this is good
sober
Terrified though
of not choosing what will elevate us
of the fact that a part of me lives to know you deeper
Gently, firmly you pursue me
you whom I can only describe as
real
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-02-04 at 23:51
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