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A treu poem

    door Frans, 01/08/2011 22:07. #41426. 0 reacties, laatste

I'm working on a poem that's so true,
I can't show it to anyone.
I could never show it to anyone.
Because it says exactly what I think,
and what I think scares me.


Sometimes it pleases me.
Usually it brings misery.
And this poem says exactly what I think.
What I think of myself,
what I think of my friends,
what I think about my lover.

Exactly.

Parts of it might please them,
some of it might scare them.
Some of it might bring misery.
And I don't want to hurt them,
I don't want to hurt them.
I don't want to hurt anybody.
I want everyone to love me.

Still, I keep working on it.
Why?
Why do I keep working on it?
Nobody will ever see it.
Nobody will ever see it.
I keep working on it even though
I can never show it to anybody.

I keep working on it even though
someone might get hurt.

by Lloyd Schwartz

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