November 22, 2009

  • Love Songs

    I write love songs on napkins
    Sad songs on my arms

    I write beautiful words of sorrow
    They wrap their melodies around me

    The hypocrites whisper sinner
    While the saints preach

    I see her standing there
    I write about her sad eyes

    I see versions of myself
    In everyone I pass

    I hide in my shell
    I throw my words away

    ——-

    I barely write anymore. I am too afraid of rejection. I don’t write my stories, my novels. I’m afraid of my dreams. Am I not good enough? I don’t think I am.

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