The Elegance of Not Knowing
There is something brewing
I can see it reflecting in the mirrors
Deep within all the smokescreens
I feel the albatross of inevitable conclusion
But you are still filling me up
Coloring my tightly contained world
With hungry words and intoxicating hope
I will paint up my face
Clothe myself in the best foot forward mode
And when you vanish without a trace
I'm likely to hear your voice in my dreams
See your face on my walls until
I know for sure what you really are
Know for sure who I am
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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