I slip,
i fall.
he turns to me
and says:
i can see it all
so you should know:
i am not afraid
even though i am weak
i am not scared,
your love is what I seek.
He slips,
he falls.
i turn to him
and say:
in my heart are halls,
full of people
whispering to each other,
staring at me.
i don’t care what they say,
or what they think they see.
2 comments:
Hi Rosie - this poem in particular is so beautiful and evocative... really good... I just happened to drop by at your blog....and liked the time I spent here. Thankyou.
Thanks Roon, an thanks for dropping by!
I love some of the posts on yr blog too, their great..! :-)
cheers.
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