Saturday, September 1

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My doe, my dear, stay near to me tonight
Let me comfort you and turn with honest eyes
To these shadows that haunt you
That daunt you into fright

You scare off so easily. You can't trust,
And your relationships rust
And in the end the whole beautiful you may
Just well turn to dust

My hummingbird, nervous thing, stay here in my
Arms. I have no charm but what you see
I am not out to trick thee
In any way.

I just love you.

2 comments:

Sara said...

These poems are very sad and beautiful and in contrast to the fortune cookies which are silly and sweet.

Metamatician said...

Thanks God there is something more than just sadness in me. Thanks for visiting and reading. I was laughing when I was setting up the fortune cookies.

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