saying the words
I knew you did not
want to hear I tried
to shape my voice
like the flowers
we know will
eventually
come in more fully
only after the stem
has been
broken.
I forced myself
to keep my eyes
open.
July 7, 2014 by Rosemerry
saying the words
I knew you did not
want to hear I tried
to shape my voice
like the flowers
we know will
eventually
come in more fully
only after the stem
has been
broken.
I forced myself
to keep my eyes
open.
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Lovely still