Monday, January 17, 2011

Stone

All the things I say to you, when I’m all alone.

The honest thoughts, the feelings sought,

The floods of waters that I pretend are stone

Whenever I’m around you, just as I’ve been taught,

At night turn to oceans and oceans of thought.


*another old (old) one found, I was certain I'd posted it, but perhaps not.

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