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Mar 2014
Vulnerable, thats what they want me to be
Like a vortex of thoughts spewing
Into another's reality. Insanity
thats what it seems to me,
but "yes and" is my mentality
So i spew.
Not knowing the torment i hide
Nor the love i despise
Or even the joy of this futile plight
Reside in wait, for this moment.
That spark on the tip of the lip
That beat that starts the heart.
That step down the street to meet
The stranger who would never speak
Their moment.
But youll share yours if I share mine, so i open up
But... still, no reply.
Vulnerable.
Thats what i left with.
So they asked it of me and so i gave.
Leaving my heart to conclave
Within its vein like caves
Hoping an idiotic adventurer
Would dare to stray off down into its depth
With signs and warnings
That push away the weak hearted,
For i can only allow the brave
To explore my vulernable heart cave.
Earnest A Roberts
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Earnest A Roberts  California
(California)   
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