A Confession
Confessions may be good for the soulNot my ego
But it is time I let my ego go
And as if my kite's string has snapped
My heart has taken flight
If I have hurt you
It is only because I thought
The weight of my words
Carried no weight at all
And being weightless I ceased
Waiting for you
My truth is a fact
As true as any daydream
As rich as lonely fantasies
As real as any feeling can be
Who I may never have, does want me
Comments (11)
all kidding aside, still stuck on Paul
anyway i like it!
your style of prose, drama, philosophy, ballad, free verse, legy, idyll, limerick literature. After all, you do write some epic stuff!
thought i would switch it up and have some tea.
some poems may seem unfinished, perhaps because the story being told is not finished.
this is one of your most genuinely, honest, deep from the heart poems, love it