Tuesday, March 27, 2012

It is What it is...

When the words come
i let them run
They want to flow
so i let them go
and how they wander,
leaving me to wonder
if they are any part of me at all
Take no credit, nor any blame...
no longer feel guilty,
there is no more shame
Words jump and frolic,
to them it's a game
that's over in a moment,
like a sudden burst of rain
leaving me panting and gasping for air
but that's not a bad a thing
so with you, friends, i share...

              03-11-10

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