Wishing that I could:
But I can’t
Knowing I should not,
And I shan’t
Wondering – if I could
If I would
Remembering again
What I should
Knowing that it’s right
Makes it wrong
It’s short when I want it
To be long
My words scramble round
Your dizzy head
You shan’t know their meaning
Till I’m led
Wondering if it’s truly,
Really so
Should I not for
Certain know?
What, in time, will all
This have brought
If later on I learn that
It was not?
Thinking aloud makes
Nothing clear
Only dreaming – only
It is dear
Your words echo through my
Inner thoughts
Tracing cruelly all the
Empty spots
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