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Apr 2013
I’m afraid of the unspoken

the secrets you keep

will they be love tokens

or things to make me weep

I’m scared of not-happened-yet rows

I want us to be like this always

the flames I’m ready to douse

in my head scenarios play

I’m trying to live in the present

just enjoy what we are

but the future is ******* on my lampost

marking me, leaving a scar
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
279
   st64, Pure LOVE, --- and R
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