Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Weep Not, My Dear

You speak,
And spew words,
Vile demented snares.

You choose,

To conceal; to withhold
For placidity.

You wronged,

And you wondered,
Where you tumbled.

You deny, 

Firm but gentle,
All righteous.

You realize,

Your thoughtless neglect,
Coupled with time.

You created,

A barrier; a wall,
None can penetrate.

Weep not,

For that once naive,
But trusting flower,
Has withered.





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