Thursday, September 18, 2008
it's true
Forget
These will be the first true words
I have written about you. Stay
I was not here before. When my
hands looked for my face
You put your hand on me, looked
at me like I existed. How could you be
wrong
You spoke to me like I could
hear, understand. Why
Tell me I'm beautiful. It's all
I ever want to hear again. From you
From you
When my hands looked for my face
they felt thin air. Cold
This is how you created me:
You were here. I am here
This is what you started; I am
what was begun. I breathe now
You gave me such deep thoughts
I look for a place in your
shadow, to rest
And I think that maybe
things might be
okay
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2 comments:
mooi, sounds like an ode to a mother,correct me if i am wrong.
dank je. it's not exactly a mother, but almost. the mother some people have in them, the mother we all hunger for, children that we are.
but then some more, as well.
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