Yours
You soft voiceyour cynical openness
as you lay yourself bare before me
Your enticing, inspiring words
how you make me laugh
how you see the world
how you live
But there's an undertone
I've heard before
I wonder.. you don't believe I'll stick around
Grab my hands and pull me nearer
I want to see you
As for the future..well..
I cannot promise anything
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2011-09-14 at 10:32
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