Shall I speak of him
with twisted tongue?
My lover is not at all
worth that kind of pain.
I will remember...
always, that what I say is
a permanent decision. These days are ripe and
I will not spill my thought out as if I were bleeding.
Instead I will keep these thoughts from become the reality of others
copyright 12-26-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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