Sunday, May 22, 2011

Warm Nights

anything I say might be embarrassing
the alternative too bleak like giving up

no one paying attention then suddenly
zeroes in how could you say that thing

you fool what were you thinking have
some respect others do not comment

chances must be taken or nothing can
be done morality curtained silent heart

forgive me only words wound or mend
what thought grapples on warm nights

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