Jul 24, 2011

if I could read your mind

I'd find wealth, treasures spilling over, of all the secrets and the beautiful and the painful experiences you've never let anyone know about

your vast seas of secrets, the many many things you've never told
a kiss in the park at night, a hand you wished you had the strength to reach out to hold;
the hours you spent looking at her letters, staring at those photos

all that, all that raging fire, massive floods, all that chaos -

behind an expression of no emotion

I know nothing about you.

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