Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Mirror Conversations

My Father says just let it go, 
my passion says swing away.
My Mother says to save,
my heart asks for what?
My lovers,
I have lost count.
My friends,
cast into the zephyr.
My art,
delivers me.
Part of this world,
I care not to be.
Life's studious observer,
I am.
Dance,
just once with me.
Selfish by nature, 
my shirt you can have.
Be still,
echoes my soul. 
Run,
begs my demons.

Wise,
I hope.
Content,
for moments.
Love,
maybe once.
Mortal,
only to you.
Gods,
aren't we all.
Devil,
I can be.
C'est la vie,
Je me suis.

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