(untitled- 11.16.04) Poem by James Grengs
(untitled- 11.16.04)
What are my friends, here?
They listen, but do they know?
They cannot know my heart,
Which I will not reveal.
My secrets are there:
My safety.
I enjoy my friends' company.
Without them, the loneliness overwhelms.
But they cannot know me,
And they will not know me.
I cannot reveal my inner self to all of my friends,
But to one:
And who she is,
I cannot say.
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