Fear and Love. And so it goes.
Butterflies and poetic prose.
I think, I know. But I can see
The meaning of your poetry.
My heart and mind are of flawed design
I think and feel at the same time
You wouldn’t know and you haven’t seen
The meaning of my poetry.
To belong or to be free.
Is it you or is it me?
No one knows and no one sees
The meaning of our poetry.
Love and Fear. And so it goes.
Silent emotions that no one knows
What is, what was, and what will be
Or the meaning of the poetry.
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although the words mean one thing to you they also mean something else to another. please take time to continue to write.
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