Monday, January 11, 2010

Truth Is

A conversation between my Conscious and my Heart...

I am a fidget-er, staying still means I am losing seconds of important living, only time I like to pause is during love, mushy connotations of massaging palm lines leads to false pretenses and confusion neither u nor I are ready to climb

Heart-Maybe massaging palm lines is where I will discover the story of why u would rather keep ur secrets closed and stuffed in your pockets...

Truth hurts more than solitary confinement that is created by self image and insecurities, sometimes words mean more than poems and prose but those bars that prison each of us in cell blocks of emotions that are not always forgiving or freeing

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