I chose to surround myself
With those who could not see
Beneath the facade I wear
And see beyond to me
I write because I must
My soul it longs to breathe
Cryptic messages it whispers
Deep from darkend dreams
I wake with words within
I'm forced to write them out
A whimper from my heart
To words I am devout
Sacred, private messages
Expound from fingertips
Words not meant to ever come
Across my teeth and lips
Read not what's on the surface
That is all for show
For all that I encounter
Compelled to hide the glow
The the secret voice that cries
For pen, paper, and hand
To write my soul outside
Relent to its command
No one could ever see
The secret inside of me
To read my words and know
That more lies just below
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Below
3:21 AM
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