Open Me
The silence is swallowed by a shallow sky
where the dreams of my November hide
The deariness is beautiful but the lie continues
over and over in my head; covers me with the cold,
the only truth I know
I will fear the whisper at my ear and I will reside here with the chill
and I will wish,
I will dream to one day disappear . . .
Copyright © Madison Tackett | Year Posted 2005
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