vendredi 31 août 2007

hmmm

Secrets and lies weaved in the truth
A dealer in those hidden arts
And now I keep silence as if it was golden
Afraid to speak, if I was wrong
If I was not what you wanted me to be
Afraid to be too simplistic
For sophistication like yours
Afraid I'd scare you away, a silly fear I know

I wished my words were somehow adequate
My feelings less equivocal
Not so much that you can see them
Enough for you to feel them

What I can offer is meager
So I change for you, away from you
Hope I can offer better
In another lifetime, when I'm not afraid
To show myself

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