There are some things
I want you to know
like the touch of my hand
or the sound of my breathing.
I want you to know
the heart of my demons,
the depth of my fears,
and the heat of my passions.
I want you to know
the length of my despair,
the bounty of my hopefulness,
and the infinity of my desire to give.
In turn, I hope to hide
the wrath of my anger,
the cruelty of my selfishness,
and the ugliness of my lust.
There are some things
I want you to know
but there are some
I will try to hide forever.
JH
11.23.16/12.07.16
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Poetry"I've been trying to put it to words, to collect those thoughts wholly, and to combine them singularly into an explanation--- Not an excuse. Not an apology. Not a proposal." From 'With You I'll Never Hang My Noose" My 2015...
