So she asked me to
reveal my slivered soul in
verse - and I of course
refused because I
mostly lie in words.
It's my eyebrows tell the truth.
Or my blushing ears -
So I grew my hair
to cover the stupid things.
I can't help lying
when I sit and write.
I write bunches - so many
poems (and comments
on the social sites)
as if anyone ever
cared - and I claim not
to care if they care.
But I do...really do care.
(No. I deny this claim.
What just happened here?)
May 7, 2017 - 6:38 PM
Wha...?
ReplyDeleteI am terminally cynical lately.
ReplyDeleteI believe we became friends through words on-line in 2008, the same year we, i see now, both started blogging.
ReplyDeleteYes. You were one of my first friends in this on line world. And still are a friend. Many changes.
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