For the first time I was referred to as a poet/writer this weekend. I really like the sound of that. I am a poet, a writer. Maybe not a good one, but an aspiring one who shouldn't be afraid of being just that.....a poet or a writer. So, this is what came of the thought of being one.
You don't have to tell me you love me
You don't have to tell me you care
B/c I already know,
when I look over my shoulder you're just not there.
As hazel eyes disappear in a blink
Closing the windows to your soul.
So now I’ll just look away
And realize today is not the day.
No more knives in backs
No more theater of the mind.
Still want to get to know you
And grow as friends
Together, over time.
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