Often I have sat after a tiff or little spat
and self-consciously,
quite selfishly shared my
wounds with no one.
To arise with no tears in my eyes,
but another scorch mark on an
already burnt heart is a
result of a sort.
To be caught in the open with
no shelter
to be sought out as you go into
another helter-skelter is
not the best way to
see through the day.
If I sit a bit I fit into
the overallness of the long view
and that'll do nicely
Mr American Express.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
Often I have sat after a tiff or little spat
and self-consciously,
quite selfishly shared my
wounds with no one.
To arise with no tears in my eyes,
but another scorch mark on an
already burnt heart is a
result of a sort.
To be caught in the open with
no shelter
to be sought out as you go into
another helter-skelter is
not the best way to
see through the day.
If I sit a bit I fit into
the overallness of the long view
and that'll do nicely
Mr American Express.
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