Monday, March 16, 2015

Loop

To say enough and not a word more,
such a rarity, but never mine.

I confide, I confess and maybe I smother,
Always the mistake, forever mine.

Still the wall is up where it shouldn't be.
The words don't come when they should,
only a joke to get over the moment.
The peace doesn't stay,
only the energy filling the unrest.

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