Wednesday, February 9, 2011

I don't know what it means
to be a p-o-e-t...
nor did I have a choice in the letters tattooed
on my hand

(just like I have no control over who appears in these lines
even If I tried to stop writing about you,
then the words would only be
some words trying to hide from the truth)

And the truth is
Your love shinning
inside me brighter than the sun

almost everyone hides from the truth...
it's' rarer than a mountain lion

(my river runs for
you)

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