My Careless Words

How can one like

What 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
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Comments (7)

hi Diamond,

He don't care? blues hug bouquet
or cares too much
well then? why your sad help confused
not sad Lazly, just thinking
...and I like your new photograh BTW! thumbs up
i love your poetry, it is deep and has feelings. Should we all hide beneath a "happy" exterior and never show our real face???? You are real and people are not always.....i prefer the realism...teddybear
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