Given these times
It is not my intention to
Deny
The gift I give to myself
A promise
Not to pretend
Always on my mind
Tell me lover
Where are we today
Eyes wide open, fluttering heart
I am alive
My mind will not sleep
Sometimes what we get
Is not
what we intend
But somehow
Always
Real
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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