ShapeShifter
That recognizable feeling of trustand intimate closeness
- too easily interpreted as exclusive
Special moments we share together
a voice in his head murmuring that this is special
- I am like him
Late nights and long days
I slip into his world
create a spot, a way of being for myself there
leaving my world behind - forgetting it ever existed
I forget during these close moments
that no matter how seen or understood I may be
I never make a spot for him in mine
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-05-11 at 01:05
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