Quiet eyes on a winter's eve Contemplating lonliness Awaiting timid fantasy That's just me, I guess
If I seemed too quick to share This fragile heart, these secrets kept Forgive me, for I know I err By measure, once again, inept
Then, tangled in this tapestry By silken hand and cedar loom With fabric flowing in the breeze A whisper in the floral gloom
So here I stand like glass in sand My logic lost upon the sea I press against another pane And let 'if only' conquer me
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
I am re-posting this out of curiosity, it was the first one I posted but it wasn't noticed, even though I think that it is my best. It is about my first love (as if you couldn't tell!)
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