My Careless Words
How can one likeWhat remains to be seen?
And when seen
How can one
Not like?
I am careless with words,
Perhaps
Or too generous with affection
Very possibly
What is known is that
I know myself
And I am less comfortable
In close quarters
As if you are on the other side
Of a locked gate
I could never feel closer
So I place my easel
From hiding in the shadow of such a gate
Brings words more easily
Do close my eyes
Easier for you to be with me
If what I write is careless
Then do not read me
Do not worry of my feelings
They are just words painted
Intuitively
Comments (7)
He don't care?