Friday, April 8, 2011

Untitled Poem # 12

I have nothing with me
Only naivete
And ignorance perhaps
But it’s me
I know nothing
Not even the simplest of things
But it’s me

After the dawn
That awakens man has cracked
I’d share the me
I was
I am
But perhaps will never be
But it’s me

I guess this is
the only thing
which can set me free
the only thing which put
me back to my
is you…

can you ever take me
the way I am…was…
but will never be?
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the only thing
That matters
Is that
 it’s still

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