I seldom say what I feel,
The thoughts swivel in my head.
But that doesn’t make them real,
Don’t know what they are instead.
I remember times and people past,
They make it hard for me to forget.
At times I’m amused, at times aghast,
That all I see are silhouettes.
I’ve grown between now and then,
And put things in perspective since.
About love, the question is when,
Do I fall and evince.
It will always start with a thought,
It will always start with you.
I can say, for it, I have fought,
And I will never say adieu.
Of this, you will never hear,
And that wasn’t my plan.
But it’s never been more clear,
To love in thoughts, is the only way I can.
Monday, November 19, 2007
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